Gone Rogue [ON HOLD]

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There it was. Just sitting there and munching on a bunch of weeds, teasing my wolf and I that it gets to eat and we don't.

But we'll see about that.

I was crouching low to the ground in my wolf form and was waiting for the perfect move to make. My golden eyes glow in the dark, cold forest, never glancing away for a second in fear of losing my first meal in four days.

The sunset makes the forest floor dark and difficult to see, and my white a grey coat almost illuminates at night.

The rabbit suddenly looks in our direction and stops chewing. Its ears twitch and he blinks once before its nose wrinkles and goes back to eating. I can't take it anymore, I just want to eat the little guy and add its fur to my blanket of skins.

My blanket of skins is the fur coats of my prey that I had eaten. It mostly consists of rabbits and a few badgers, but there is one or two deer woven in as well.

I can't take waiting anymore and unleash my wolf. She wastes no time and tries to pounce on the rabbit, but it seems he knew what we were about to do. He takes off just as my wolf lands where he previously was. She growls in frustration and charges after him, dodging the outgrown roots and jumping over fallen trees, but the rabbit doesn't slow down.

He manages to squeeze into the bottom of a tree trunk, the roots acting as a cage around him. She tries to stick her snout through them and bite at the rabbit, but her muzzle only goes in a quarter of the way before getting stuck.  My wolf then vigorously tries to dig and claw at the roots, but they're too tough. There is too many to try and get through anyway.

We circle the tree slowly, trying to find an escape route that the rabbit might take or a place we could reach into. As we get back to the tangle of roots, we realise that the rabbit is gone. My wolf freezes in place before scrambling to the area she stuck her snout into. She whines and looks around when she can't find anything.

Come on, lets go home. I try and console her, but she just gives me a huff and grumpily trudges back to our home.

She gives me control back, but I stay in wolf form. The woods are dark in autumn with a lot of predators such as bears and cougars, so I can't risk turning back to human out in the open.

My wolf and I have been barley surviving off some berries we've found, but it's not enough. Wolves need at least two to three rabbits daily in order to remain alive, and we are just living off any scraps we can find.

I guide us straight into a wall of hanging vines. It looks like it's blocking a large boulder's face, but it is really the opening to our cave, our home.

I enter our spacious cave and I shift out of the wolf skin and walk to the back of the cave to grab some large rocks to assemble my fire pit. The rocks act as a barrier so the fire can't catch on dirt or something and spread. Then I place some dried up grass in the centre and begin to hit rocks together. The sound of rocks clanging and the bright, little sparks from them light up the cave.

When a small flame catches, I cup my hands around it and blow softly on the embers. As the fire grows taller and hotter, I pile on more and more twigs, making my way up to small, broken tree branches. When the  fire gets to a comfortable heat, I scoot to the back of the cave and sit on my fur blanket, my back leaning against the rough, cave wall and my hand picking at the berries on the leaf plate. I watch the fire I placed near the mouth of the cave, and stare at it until it begins to die down.

A cold breeze blows into the opening of the cave and the long vines swing in with it. I shiver in just my oversized, dirty shirt I grabbed four years ago from my little sister. I pray everyday and night that she is still alive and in a safe and loving pack. I lie down on the hard ground and cover my self with my blanket, with thoughts of my little sister being the last thing I remember before I fall asleep.