Marissa emerged through a thick bush silently, actually suprising herself that she was able to keep up with another wolf. When she saw him face on, she realised why - he looked incredibly thin and under fed. He might be just on the verge of dying if he didn't eat something soon. Well, he definately wasn't a threat. She shook out the leaves and twigs and extra water weight stuck in her fur.

Since he was asleep, Marissa took the opportunity to paw a little closer to the tree. He was a beautiful golden colour... well, he would be if his fur didn't demonstrate the occasional malting patches. It was nothing major, and should clear up once he was properly fed. But fed with what? Not even Marissa could hunt properly in this rain, it was hard enough in optimal weather. And who's to say that he would be just calm and passive anyway when he woke up?

The large tree provided a good shelter from the rain, that is, for all animals. When she looked up, Marissa noticed a large black bird nesting in the tree's lower branches. It was very ambitious, and a very unusual choice for a meal, but it should do for now. The base of the tree was quite thick and gave alot of footholds, but Marissa still only managed to get a few inches off the ground. Still, she leapt and managed to knock the nest cleanly to the ground, bringing the bird down with it. It cawed unearthily loud, flapping around and burying it's way through the foilage, not getting much in the way of anywhere. It's wing was broken.

[i]Everything's sick today...[/i] Marissa thought, crashing her teeth through the bird's skull. Immediately, silence resumed itself once more, except for the sound of soft rain on forest leaves. She turned back and dropped the bird a few inches away from the tanned male, before nudging him in the side to try and wake him.