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𝐨𝐧𝐞.

CHAPTER I
cold curiosity.

                    A thick layer of snow covered every corner of the forest, the cold winter breeze rustling the fallen leaves, as snow fell from the grey skies. As a predator searches  for his next meal, seeing as most prey were hibernating or hid from the cold. The beast completely starving. His large canines bared as he hopes to find something soon. Drool basically dripping down his jaw. Hopefully something would jump out of its nest, otherwise he'd had to resort to eating... berries. Blech. What kind of carnivorous predator eats berries!? Leave that to the plant-eaters.

His ears shot up at the sound of a twig snapping in half. Eyes flicking left and right as his ears did the same, while a loud intimidating growl escaped the abnormal sized wolf. He then spotted the flash of a light, and a crouched figure behind a fallen tree. His instincts immediately made him sprint into the forest, thinking it was a hunter of sorts. Thinking he'd hear a gunshot, and smell the sting of gunpowder, he simply heard a thud and frustrated sigh.

His four legs came to stop as his head tilted to the side in confusion. Curiosity getting the better of him, slowly walking back the way he came. Hidden behind the thick barks of trees with silent steps. His large paws imprinted into the thick layer of snow beneath him. The large canine spotting a sitting figure in the snow, instead of seeing a hunter with a rifle, he saw a girl with equipment of sorts.

The girl had (H/L) (H/C) hair, with a pair of (E/C) orbs. She sighed in frustration as she sat behind the old fallen tree with a strange box strapped around her neck. She wore a thick white turtleneck,underneath a long black coat that reached below her knees. Along with a pair of black pants and black laced up boots. She hid half of her face in the turtleneck she wore as she shut her eyes for a moment. She then leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree and opened her eyes, momentarily making eye contact with the canine. Making him retreat further behind the bushes and shrubs.

It'd be easy for him to pounce at any given time, given his strength and speed he could chase her down if needed. She would be a decent sized meal. No full-grown deer, but a meal nonetheless. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large stag and a local pack of wolves surrounding it. Lucky bastards. He'd been looking for a deer like that for weeks, the best he found were a couple rabbits. They had the stag, while he had a human. While the pack of six had to share the stag, he had her all to himself. Fairs fair~

He looked away from the pack of hungry wolves, and focused back on his own meal. Thinking his meal had ran, scared of the pack that was quite close by. He looked back to the tree you sat by to see you, clicking at the strange box around her neck. What? Most humans would have ran for the hills. But she went searching for them. Sought out the dangerous animals Either she wasn't  afraid of death, or was an idiot.

Could be either, but maybe not a complete imbecile. She kept her distance, no harsh lights and no flickering noises. How, interesting. Maybe he'd watch just a little longer. A meal and a show, what a joy.

. . .

He had watched her throughout the entire time she sat by the fallen mossy tree trunk, he was intrigued. She watched intently at every critter that passed by as though it were a bar of gold. There were stags, rabbits, ravens, and even a large pure white stallion. Watching you get so intrigued by what he would call dinner distracted him from the hunger he desperately felt. He didn't see her as food anymore, he was curious of her odd nature. Although, he had to go hunt. He probably couldn't hold out without food much longer. So he wondered off, found a couple rabbits in an old den and, voila dinner.

He wondered back to the fallen tree to see, nothing. The equipment scattered in the snow no longer there, the notebook that was basically buried no longer there either. Her crouched figure gone like a gust of wind. Like you were a ghost. But, the scene wasn't spotless. There was indents in the snow from where the equipment was, a hole where he spotted the book, and footprints leading out of the forest.

His entertainment had left, it was a full moon tonight. Probably best she left, the winter not very friendly to wanderers at night. There were plenty of other hungry wolves too. The canine saddened slightly, that he wouldn't have anymore entertainment. He slowly walked back to his den as he could only ask one question.

WOULD YOU COME BACK?

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edited : 26 MAY 2021