Moonlit paws 🐾

🌓Chapter 1: Foggy beginnings🌗

[song: drumming song by florence + the machine 🐾]

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Ears pricked, she listened.

The sounds of the forest overwhelmed her. A bird, a twig, a river, a threat, a meal.
Her pink tounge slithered across her sharp canines. A meal.

Succulently bloody and delectable, the meaty scent flowed through her snout to her brain. It was too rich to be bird, yet too frail to be deer. Her eyes widened with realisation. It was a rabbit.

Paws stepping one over the other, she galloped where her nose guided her. Splashing through the river she was just drinking, jumping over the hole she had just dug, ducking under the branches that she had just clawed, all under the glistening moon she worshipped.

She could see it. Twitching, nibbling, fidgeting. She observed. The scent was strong, it controlled her. Its grip was strengthened by the thundering hunger that struck her stomach. Dazed in this spell and seasoned with reckless ambition, Fang decided one thing: she needed to eat.

In one sweeping move, she pounced. However, all too late, the delicious meaty smell was diluted by a much stronger, more dangerous scent. Still in the air, eyes locked on her meal, Fang's nose started to distract her. Or rather, warn her. She reluctantly dragged her eyes off her meal, which by this point was starting to scamper away.

Her golden eyes locked with a similarly shook large grey wolf.
Canines bared, ears back, and brows furrowed, Fang knew he wasn't playing nice.

Both jaws instinctivley tried to snatch the rabbit, which was hopping around frantically.

"It's MINE!" A low voice growled. The grey wolf lunged forward onto the rabbit.
"NO!" Fang snarled, shifting round to block him. She once again reconeccted with her prey, and leaned towards it with her teeth.
The huge grey wolf leaped over Fang, and ripped the rabbit from her grasp.
He tumbled to a halt, the poor rabbit locked in his jaws. He looked up to face Fang.
Between ragged breaths, he snarled, "To which pack do you belong?!" Blood dripped down his muzzle onto his paws. He grew frustrated at her silence. Demanding an answer, he growled, "TO WHICH PACK DO YOU BELONG?!"

Fang, now shaking with rage, licked her canines. All she could focus on was her meal that was trapped between his teeth.

The grey wolf snapped her attention back to him by dropping the rabbit at his paws. Growling and raging, he repeated again, "My name is Delta and I am a hunter in Thorn pack. One word of an enemy hunting on our territory to Oak and he would dismantle your pack from alpha to pup. I ask you again, TO WHICH PACK DO YOU BELONG?!"

"Uh, uhm, I- I," She gathered herself and took a deep breath, "I don't belong to a pack. I'm... a lone wolf."

Delta's previously enraged expression relaxed to one of confusion, then sympathy. He scanned the frail wolf that stood desperately before him. He saw himself in her ragged, golden honey fur. She couldn't have been more than 9 moons old.
"What's your name?"

"Fang. I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your terri-"

Delta kicked the rabbit to her paws. He motioned for her to eat it.

Fang bowed her head low as a thank you. She gratefully picked up the rabbit and gnawed on it hungrilly.

"And you're a lone wolf?"

Between mouthfuls, she shyly nodded.

Delta listened to the bird sounds around him, for once dropping his guard to think. He had seen her skill, and her determination. She was agile, nimble, and territorial. And hungry. The wind swept through the forest floor, picking up leaves and swirling them round the two wolves.