Sex: FemaleThe golden furred she wolf had been scoping out the land around her family for prey, Hunter tagging along. They were starving, weeks of only eating berries, bark, grass, and occasionally squirrels had sent the women at ends. She was always pissed off barking hateful untrue words at some one near by. She had also become slightly delusional hallucinating prey and attacking vegetation and sometimes even rocks. The large wolf prowled around the wooded area cautiously, they had live around these lands for awhile now but she had not wanted to enter till now. This place had food. Growling at the yearling behind herself she said, "Be careful." Her strict motherly voice sounded strange with the crude angry tone she spoke with.
Picking up the speed the underweight enormous fea broke through the trees into the light of the sun. The day may have been cooler then desired but there was plenty of the orange globe to poor down on the earth. She halted stiff blinking her eyes rapidly as they were flooded, the world appeared looking like a white blank slate. As her left chocolaty brown and right sky blue eye adjusted a lagoon and beautiful landscape appeared overwhelming her with awe. Turning to her young she said, "There must be prey near." Her voice held a more up beat tone then normal as excitement swelled up inside her.
The thrill of the hunt, the muscle burning chase, the snagging of the prey's fur, the animal's struggle, the death bite, then the reward. She loved it all. It was like honey in a pot to her, warm, sticky, and delightful. A content sigh left her mouth as she thought of ripping through a body and eating all of it's insides. The blood would spatter her coat as chunks of chewy tender meat drifted down her throat. <i>*Well stop imaging it and get some!</i> The command ripped through her head in thundering loud lustful voice.
Stalking forward in the lush grass she pulled her belly to the dirty soil that covered Earth's lands. Scenting the air many aromas came to her of wolves who crossed by this area, other predators, and the stale scent of prey. Nothing here smelled fresh! Raising up to her full height a viscous snarl emitted from her maw of pure rage and desire...she had to have something to eat! That was when she thought of fishing, but no one had ever taught her.
(This post was last modified: Jun 04, 2013, 06:10 PM by Ericka.)