GREY

Bathed in Blood.

Blood. .

Flesh. . 

Yelps of pain. . .

Growls of terror. . . .

Mothers and their offspring stayed in the village where it is safest while theyre husbands, juvenile sons, fathers, uncles and cousins ventured to the southern forest boarder. The Wolves of the North behind us, ready for the slaughter that awaits us.

My mother stays with them, we cant afford to lose our Luna as well as our Alpha.

Alpha Grey leads our combined packs, Beta Ezra on his left and his left are the two Gammas, Heath from our pack as well as his own.

I am behind them, Shamus on my right.

An army of wolves behind us, heckles raised, canines ascending, throats vibrating with deep growls.

We are ready

My paws puncture into the soft snow below, the moonlight illuminates the sheets of snow covering the ground as the moonbeams shine through the needles of the giants. Beauty at its finest, soon enough all that covers the ground will be death.

I imagine my forefathers are watching over us at this moment as we defend the land they so carefully nutured for the generations to come, the valley is ours. It is beneath the giants where our strength as a pack lies, they can try take our land but they can never take away our history. Our belonging to this land.

We halt.

Were here.

The southern boarder.

My ears shift forwards and back listening for the smalles of movements.

Silence

My snout lifts, inhaling greedy amounts of air.

Scentless

My wolfs golden eyes scout the clearing infront of them where the trees end.

Darkness

Our fur becomes damp as the snowflakes soak into our coat, our paws firmly planted into the snow ready to pounce.

Cold

Grey stands tall as the leader of our packs, his wolf is huge in comparison to mine. His name matching the dark grey fur flowing down the spine trail along his wolfs back, travelling down his tail and up his wolves neck where his muzzle darkens even more making his silver eyes sparkle in the moonlight.

Every inch of Greys wolf is covered in a thick layer of buldging muscle, his muscles constricting with each deep breath the wolf makes. His head held high with his chest puffed out makes his wolf look even bigger than he already is, his wolf makes me look like a puppy. His wolves long thick legs are never ending as the white fur blends in with the snow, making him look as if he owns the land. Is the land.

Everything about his wolf demmands to be submitted too, domination and strength oozing from this animals pores.

A Beast ..

His fur begins to shake as he releases the most toe curling, chest tightening, terrifying growl I have ever heard from deep inside his chest. His lips curl backwards revealing the thick, sharp pain infelctors inside his jaw. Jaws of severe pain that will have you begging for death.

The ground begins to shake with the rumbling coming from each wolves growl. Silence is now gone and the stillness of the night shakes with the harmony of growls. Deaths lullaby.