Don't give up. Don't Give In // White Fang [open]

[Elena]

~I've Decided I'm done.
Don't care to move on.
Not used to losing someone.
If I lost faith, was no choice I made.
I'll accept the excuse of no one.~

Eyes on the prize. The small creature darted around left to right, it's orange body standing out against the surrounding blanket of snow. White Fang kept right behind it, taking the sharp turns and trying to predict the next mood. As he gained on the white-tipped tail, his mouth watered. Finally he lept, pushing first his front legs and then back off of the ground. He soared through the air and landed, snapping his jaws shut.
Air. As he regained his senses and looked around, searching for his prey, a sharp whistle caught his ears. He turned his head sharply, catching a glimpse of the excaped fox running into the forest. He growled slightly, turning around once again towards the direction of the second whistle, peering into the woods.
"White Fang!" Jack yelled, "Let it go."
White Fang stared at his master momentarily, letting out a whine before walking on again, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. Jack rarely carried a gun with him and when he did, as was the case for today, he did not allow the wolf to toy with any of his game. For White Fang, this was torture and he seldom found himself paying heed to his master's wishes. If there was an animal, he would be after it.
After a few hours, Jack began to head for home, finished with his hunting for the afternoon. White Fang continued to walk happily, his nose to the ice-covered snow and his tail held high. The spring was here, he could feel the gradual change of seasons in his fur. The afternoon sun warmed his back only slightly, but enough to cause him to sit down and roll around for a moment.