A lone wolf attempts to survive alone in the barren land

A lone wolf attempts to survive alone in the barren land. But how long can he survive alone? Will he stay alone?

It's my first fan-fic, and I picked Wolf's Rain


In the middle of the bare expanse of rock and snow, the bleak plains of the Icee Rifts, a single wolf crawled slowly through. The harsh blizzard blew fierce icy winds into his eyes, nearly blinding him. Thank god for fur. His pristine white coat, which melded with the snow to anything that might be watching. If it wasn't for his coat, he would have died a while ago.

Logic said he should already be dead. He had been going alone through this frozen desert, never finding enough to eat. He often had to stop himself from wondering if it would have been better to just lie down and die than to keep struggling through the snow.

Somehow, he managed to find a small cave inside a narrow cliff. There weren't any holes in the roof of the cave, so no light came through, and the entrance was tiny (he had to crawl inside) but it helped block the wind. Inside it was dark, but warmer. Not exactly warm, but warmer.

He lied down in the darkness, that pure endless shadow, and listened to the wind howling outside. He didn't think it sounded like it would stop anytime soon. He knew he needed sleep, considering he'd been going non-stop for a couple days now, but his stomach wouldn't let him. It seemed like it never shut up. He hadn't found anything to eat in almost a week, and it was starting to take its toll on him. He knew that as soon as the snow stopped, whenever that was, he needed to scavenge. He couldn't really hunt. There was nothing out there to hunt. Nothing with a pulse. Just like he would be if he didn't eat soon. He curled himself tighter into a ball to help retain most of his heat, but he was still chilled down to his bones. It was going to be another long, frozen night.

A sharp report cut through the darkness. He knew the sound of gunshots when he heard them. There wasn't anytime to lose. He hurriedly dashed out the entrance to the cave. Something was out there, something alive. And if someone was shooting at it, it had to be edible.