On the Prowl

|Chapter[II]|

^^^Morrigan's Wolf [Thana] ^^^

|chapter 2|

NARRATOR

Being left alone in the wilderness as a rogue pup was dangerous. It's very rare for a rogue pup to survive without an adult wolf with them. Typically, rogue pups that are left alone, die out in the wilderness. They're either killed by another wolf or wild animal, or they starve to death.

Morrigan managed to survive living in the wilderness by herself, even after the rogue attack that happened the same night her family disappeared. But, she didn't leave unscathed.
After the attack, Morrigan was left with blindness in the left eye and two large scars going down the left side of her face, reaching from the top of her skull to her left cheek.

She had learned enough about being a rogue from her father. Her father always said, 'Be mindful of your surroundings because someone will always be watching.' That was his number one rule. It just so happens that night, she messed up big time, and it costed her partial blindness and scars that can never fully heal.

And now, many years later, Morrigan was the one of the most feared rogues alive. Morrigan's wolf had grown to become a deadly beast. Her fur as dark as night. Her iris a deep blood-red, the other eye clouded. Her wolf now, standing over five feet on all fours. Her wolf's body more muscular and bulkier. Her slightly yellow teeth as sharp as a razor. Along with the scars on the left side of her face. Her wolf looked as intimidating as it sounded. She was definitely larger than the average wolf.

Morrigan's timid and kinder personality had dwindled during her time in the wilderness. She had become less and less human, her surroundings had conditioned her to become more animal. That was the only way she felt as though she could survive.

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MORRIGAN

I had let out a huff as I felt my stomach growl for the umpteenth time today. Starving was an understatement compared to what I was feeling.

It had been storming all day long and it was really affecting my hunting. The sun was close to setting behind the clouds and I had yet to catch any prey. The rain poured down heavy across the woods, the wind was whipping harshly causing the trees to sway, the constant rolling of thunder from above, it was enough to force the animals into hiding until it was over.

And the animals I did find, would run before I could sneak upon them. The rain had made the dirt turn into mud, and every time I stepped down it made a squelching noise that gave me away. It was either that or the thunder that sent them running.

After many failed attempts at hunting, I had decided to head back to the den to wait for the storm to roll over. I was heated, ironically, as I made my way back. My fur was soaking wet from the icy cold rain, my paws were covered in mud, and my stomach kept growling. I just wasn't in the best of moods.

Along the way, a shrill scream cut through the forest that could be heard over the thunder. The scream sent chills down my spine, it reminded me of my mother's screams the night they died.
Instinctively, I ran in the direction of the scream, going past the place I wanted to be the most, but my curiosity was getting the best of me.

"P-please don't hurt me!" A high-pitched feminine voice pleaded from not to far ahead. I slowed down and with my one good eye, I spotted the source of the scream, but I still kept myself hidden.