*edited 29-03-2025*
{150+ words}
3 days later
The sun dipped low, casting a cold, fading light over the land. A biting wind swept across the snow-covered fields, the silence broken only by the distant rustle of small creatures hiding beneath the frost. I stared up at the barren trees, an owl perched motionless in the branches. Wise, yes, but irritable if disturbed.
The darkness crept in quickly, and hunger gnawed at me. The air was thick with the scent of winter, and I knew I needed to hone my hunting skills if I was to survive the cold and the solitude. I could feel my wolf form growing stronger with every passing hour, though I still stumbled in places my instincts sharp, but my strength a work in progress.
Then, from beneath the snow, a flash of red, a fox. Gotcha. The cold bit at my bones, but it was nothing compared to the hunger that pushed me forward. This time, capture felt different. Less familiar. More dangerous.
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