The Quest

Chapter 1- The Encounter

     Red was busy patrolling her territory, leaving a mark on a tree here and there. She was an independent wolf, a loner, but she had a small patch of land for herself to take care of.
And it being winter means that prey is scarce, and hungry wolves make angry wolves.

Red's POV
     I was walking around my territory, checking all the borders for other wolf scents. I started making my way back to the center of my territory, where had I kept all my food and other stuff.  Not that I had any food in the first place. As I was going back, though, I spotted a trail of blood leading towards my camp. I growled in anger and sprinted towards my camp. In the dead center, there was a gray and white wolf in the middle covered in scars, laying in a pool of blood, and a dark gray wolf pup leaning over the other one. I growled and trotted over to them.
     "Is this some kind of joke? Get out before I have to force you two." I barked.
     "Help me..." The gray and white wolf said.
     "You're not getting any from me. Get out of my territory before I make you pain end quickly." I put my right paw on his neck. This was all the land I ever had, and I'm not about to give it up.
      "No! Don't! It was the humans, not anyone else! They used their shooty-things!" The pup squeaked in defense.
      "No, you're leaving." I started digging my claws into the wolf's throat, letting his crimson blood keep flowing down to the pool.
       "Fine! just stop, please! I'll do anything!"
       "Anything, you say..." I took out my claws out of the injured wolf's neck.
       "Yes!"
       "Then kill him." I licked my paw in pleasure as the injured wolf started coughing.
       "But that."
       "Typical," I snorted.
       "HELP HIM NOW!"
       "Too late, I've figured that you're stalling, pipsqueak." I raked my claws against the injured wolf's belly, and soon enough, he died of blood loss. Boy, that felt good! "Leave now, and don't return. I'm starving, it being winter and all. Come back, and you'll have the same fate. Only WORSE." I grabbed the dead wolf by the scruff and helped the pup take him to the edge. He dragged him across the border, tears forming in his eyes as he started crying.
      "Next time, there won't be a next time."

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(That song up there is so catchy, and it's another of my favorites! )Hai! I'm workin on a new story now, to have variety in my life! So yeah, this will be a wolf story about a wolf called Red and the little dark grey guy. I'll make the description once this is more developed, and less bloody. Then again, I read Wings of Fire, Warrior Cats, and I watch Claymore occasionally, (my mom's friend told me to watch it, and there is so much blood. 0.0) and I play Skyrim occasionally, which all has some form of violence. So yeah, enjoy the story!