Post by kaliet on Apr 10, 2009 13:01:51 GMT -5
Hawkflight pondered on what to do now. It was the middle of the day, and he hadn't done much of anything yet. Usually, he might go hunting alone, or with an organized patrol. But with the still-melting snow reflecting off of his dark gray pelt, he hadn't had much success in catching prey in leafbare. Hawkflight sighed, he wished that he had lighter fur.