Veil of Midnight
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Time seemed lost on the forest. The bright light from the sky had all but diminished with the moonlight twinkling inertly beneath the dense cloud cover. The mist that hung on the ground of the woodland prevented the moonbeams to illuminate the tracks that had been created earlier that evening.
Only a minute before, the eyes of a female wolf were able to detect the light. Tracking and searching for any signs of the prey she was searching for, her sensitive eyesight picking up the bent twigs or misplaced leaves as she continued to locate her prey.
She placed her paws judiciously to the soggy ground, lifting her dirtied blonde paw from the squelching mud as she repositioned and angled her slender figure over the fallen tree that was resting in her way. She leapt over the trunk and landed elegantly on the other side. Her mind was ignoring the silhouettes of branches that seemed to reach towards her with emaciated arms and finger like projections as she clambered deeper into the opaque forest.
The foreboding air was biting at her being; the temperature having dropped dramatically caused the wolf to shudder her fur, the thick course hair insulating her svelte form. There were no sounds of chirping insects, no sounds of falling leaves, just the wheeling of the wind against the tree branches and the continuous thumping of the wolf’s paws on the wooden floor. She was conscious about how she had not identified any other animals apart from the wolves of her pack. She knew of the deadly creatures that lurked within the shadowy depths of the trees.
Mountain Lions and other large animals dominated this forest and was but a few of the individuals that she had focused her hunts. Her eyes continuously scanning for typically large figures that sauntered in the darkness, her ears twizzling on the top of her head as she listened for anything that could be stalking her.
The wolf removed herself from her troublesome thoughts and dropped her muzzle to the ground, ignoring the feeling of someone’s eyes staring at her back as she took in the tracks that were unmistakeably made by the creature she was hunting. The wolf sat back on her hunches, lifted her nose to the air and let out a large howl; the call reverberated over her figure, over her ears and vibrated through the forest as she called the wolves loyal to her.
However, the animal did not wait for her companions; she continued with her journey, her nose pressed to the ground as her eyes recognised the tracks as well as the unmistakeable scent that was all too familiar to the wolf.
She was pulled from her tracking when she sensed the arrival of another wolf. The stockier and taller male wolf nuzzled closely to her side, a question shinning deeply within his wolfish eyes; the female simply lifted her muzzle, testing the air for a scent as she unconsciously answered his question. The golden wolf rubbed his snout underneath the females, his tinted brown fur etched to his back, ears and belly helped with his camouflage while his companion was unidentifiable to the naked eye.
As the male recognised the scent of their prey, he stood to attention, pointing his eyes and ears towards his target, noting how they were downwind. It seemed during their brief communication that the rest of the wolves the female had called arrived, standing a little way behind them, recognising the stiffness of their leaders and mentally prepared themselves for a chase.
The female twisted her neck, pointing her eyes to observe her pack and with a few yips and a growl commanded her family to conceal themselves within the undergrowth and prepare to stalk forward.
The female and her male friend haunted forward, their paws placed delicately on the muddy ground as their belly brushed against the undergrowth, eyes fixed intently on the clearing that held their target. The wolves had fanned out; each member of the small pack tracking through the forest, their mind focused purely on the job at hand. The execution of the beast.
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Veil of Midnight
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