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Blurs in the Night

Paws thump against the wet ground. Nails cut through the soft dirt like butter. Through the trees multiple blurs run in unison. One blur, leading the rest, runs at an incomprehensible speed that no human can even begin to comprehend.

Fifteen, give or take, run through the green forest of California. These creatures are unlike anything you've ever seen. Their beauty is unimaginable and their compassion for each other is what humans only wish for. These creatures were made to protect the humans from other not so friendly creatures and they do their job well.

The creatures slow as their leader picks up a scent. The largest of them all, the leader is the epitome of grace. His silky black fur shifts in the wind and produces a silvery-grey undercoat. The creature is as large as a horse and is ripped with muscle. This creature though, is smart and cunning. His will is enforced without question. He takes care of the others as if they were his own flesh and blood.

He lifts his nose to the air and takes a whiff of the scent blowing his way. His ears perk up as the shuffling of leaves break the soundlessness of the air.  He growls low and sends wordless signals to the others around him.

They all respond the same. Ears up, lips curled back in a snarl, they lunge as one and take off into the night. They hunt their prey soundlessly and as one they attack the small herd of deer.

Teeth break skin and tear meat from the bones. The wolf-creatures feast upon their dinner and lick their chomps clean. The leader of the pack stands back and allows his followers to feast. Himself, already having ate in his other form.

The leader throws back his head into the wind and bellows out through his throat. A howl echoes through the trees as the large wolf yells his thanks to whatever God there was above him. His members follow soon after and the night is filled with a chorus of howls. 

This night is good. This good night will hopefully lead to a better day and with that better day, a new beginning. The leader of the wolves must have hope for the many wolves under his care. Without hope, terror reigns and the leader will not allow terror into his home.

A wolf doesn't understand very many emotions besides anger and fear. So to balance this fear, one must have hope of a soul mate. A soul mate who carries with them, the other half of your soul. A soul mate is the epitome of hope itself. With a soul mate by his side, the leader would have nothing to fear beside losing his mate to terror. For wolves with out a mate to provide hope, soon slip into the anger and darkness of terror.

Terror is like a disease. Spreading, one by one, until no hope is left. The leader wolf, will not stand for this though. He is the leader of all wolves, all protectors of the hope. He will find and defeat terror with the help of the one who carries his soul, but first...he must find her

I'm trying something out. Comment if you like it because I'm thinking of ways for this story to go. Thank you.