Aquila

After his meal of the sheep, Aquila crawls slowly into the den, finding the large chamber at the end. It was getting colder now, as there was snow outside the den. But down in the chamber, and in his dark black pelt, Aquila was warm enough. Soon, he fell asleep.

Aquila

After a long sleep, Aquila awakes. Yet he was still so tired. As he lifted his muzzle from the warmth of his tail, a bitter cold wind met his dry nose. Aquila shivered slightly. He wasn't that warm anymore. He was worried this would be his last winter, and the old wolf doubted he'd see the begining of fall.

Aquila sighed, and shook his head. He shouldn't think things like that, yet he was very old for being a wolf in the wild. He climbed painfully from the chamber, and limped on towards the Eskers.