It was the life she was dealt.
Persevering through the lethargy she found herself standing once more, mental strength forcing her through daily patterns. It was a miracle she was still alive, unprepared for the sudden reality of being without a pack had left her drained. It was her determination and self-pride that kept her going, and going, but how long could she go without the physical durability? Shaking the thought from her head the she-wolf picked up the pace, this wasn’t the time to be weak. There was never a time to be weak. She needed to focus on hunting and staying alive, sitting in self-pity would get her nowhere and she was having none of it. She was taught from pup-hood that the world was unfair and she had no control. It may have been a harsh lesson, but she couldn’t afford to forget it now. Listening to her own heavy breathing she tried to imagine her father out there somewhere, but the idea only caused her pain. He was out there without her, with a new mate, and possibly more pups of his own while she herself was here suffering. She knew only the hard times, of loss and starvation, even pain. Love, a concealed courtesy that she didn’t have, was something she thought about. She visualised it many times, what it must feel like. It caused agony to swell up in her chest. She recognized the unlikelihood of ever finding a mate, she knew that it was something she may only dream of.
Not daring to think deeply of anything but her own needs the she-wolf stalked a near-by rabbit, head down and fangs bared as she dragged her body silently forward. It didn’t smell her, nor did it even have an idea of her presence until she launched off her heavy back-leg muscles and flew into the air. It looked at her with terrified eyes, but she felt no pity. It tried to run, but she was quicker. By the time the creature even had a chance of getting away the she-wolf’s knife sharp teeth were squeezing the life out of the bloody neck. She was gorgeous in a lethal way, standing over the limp prey with bright orange ears and a smug smile. She was positioned in the forest like a cruel goddess, blood dripping from her paws, yet a magical elegance in the way she stood mounted under the sun, preparing to feast.
(This post was last modified: Apr 15, 2012, 08:35 PM by Treena.)