Wolves of Carnia - The Moon's Lament

Chapter 1

Moonsong sighed as she continued to stalk the deer. It had not noticed her yet, but she was growing bored. This new hunting territory she had claimed was boring. All the prey were lazy and fat, and each one never expected her to pounce and feed. She lowered her self to a crouch, the ferns and grasses tickling her nose and underbelly. She was about to pounce when she spotted a dark figure on the other side of the small clearing. Another wolf? Nobody has been around these parts in moons!  Unless they just stumbled across this territory. The intruder interrupted her train of thought as they pounces, delivering a clean bite to the deer's neck. It crumpled to the ground, and Moonsong finally got a good look at the wolf in her territory. Judging on the build, it was male and maybe a moon or so older than her. He licked his chops, cleaning any gore from his snout. Ridiculous. He's just going to get more on his snout once he starts eating. Instead, the brujo left the meal in the clearing, and turned to leave. Just before he disappeared into the shady forest, he looked back and spoke. "Go ahead. I know that you're there. I've already eaten, this one's all yours." Moonsong stood stunned by his words. Then what she realized next shocked her more. He had a mark on his cheek bone. A clan mark. An alpha rank clan mark. Then he disappeared, and left Moonsong to the echo of bird calls and tree whispers.