The Wolf People

Chapter 1.

Lizona woke in the cave to find everyone except Rona gone. Lizona sighed and sat up in her nest, blinking sleepily. But Lizona was not a wolf; she was a human. But she had learned enough about wolves to be like one, to live like one. And plus; she could turn into a wolf.

Lizona yawned, shifting into her wolf form, and crawled from the cave, feeling the sharp rays of the sun on her back. She turned as Star trotted towards her, tail high.

"Hello Star." Lizona dipped her head respectfully to her Alpha, the ways of respect passed between wolf to wolf. Star nodded to her and smiled at her.

"Hello Lizona. You and Lona are to go on a hunting patrol with Rona." Star said, his tail kinking over his darkened back. Repsect flooded his amber gaze.

"Of course." Lizona said. She swished her dark tail over the frozen ground, her ears pricked in a usual manner. She turned and looked around the clearing for Lona. She spotted the wolf sitting by Don, another Werewolf.

Lizona trotted over to the two, smiling respectfully. "Hi guys!" She chirped. Don smiled at her, his blue wolf eyes bright.

"Hi, Lizona." He said, and opened his mouth in a wide yawn. Lizona giggled.

"Hi Lizona!" Lona said cheerfully, giving Don a sharp nudge. Her mate sat up and shook out his fur. Lona smiled at him.

"Lona, Star wants us to go on a hunting patrol with Rona." Lizona said. She could feel the ground cold beneath her paws.

"Oh, sure." Lona stood, giving Don a lick around the ears. Her purple eyes were unusually bright today for some reason, and Lizona had noticed her sudden change in appetite.

But she said nothing as she crossed the clearing and poked her head into the hunters cave. "Rona! Star wants us to go on a patrol!" She said quietly and ducked out. A few moments later so did Rona.

"Lets go, then." Rona sighed, her tired violet eyes smoked to perfection. Lizona knew Rona did not like patroling.

She led her two friends out of camp, raising her wide muzzle into the air and sniffing. She opened her mouth a bit.

"I smell a deer that way," Lona pointed with her tail to the right. "Ill go stalk it." Lona lowered her muzzle and her tail, the hunting stance, and slunk away.

Rona slunk off in the other direction, her nose to the ground. Lizona sniffed the air. She smelled a deer up ahead.

Lizona lowered her head and her tail, padding forward into the forest. She peered over some bushes. A young doe was sniffing through the trees, looking for food. Lizona tensed her muscles, her icy blue eyes on her prey. She let out a low growl, her teeth bared.

The doe looked up warily, her ears pricked. After a minute or so she lowered her head and took a bite of the grass.

Lizona crept forward through the shadows, every muscle screaming at her to pounce, but her head told her to wait. She slunk forward. At last she erupted from the shadows, her teeth bared in a snarl. The doe didnt have time to run. It was over in a single bite to the neck.

Lizona licked the blood from her lips and bit down on the does scruff. She began dragging it back towards camp. Halfway there she ran into Lona, who had missed the deer. Rona was dragging along a doe.

Lizona reached camp and put the deer on the Prey Pile. Afterward she licked her lips, but turned around and padded toward the Hunters cave.