Post by Jet on Aug 5, 2005 3:41:10 GMT 12
It was dark... The air was cold, bitter, and nipped at our open mouths as me raced through the snow, the energy and adrenaline rushed through our muscles as the thrill of the hunt grew stronger within us. The pack came up over the ridge and stopped. It was a full moon, so not only could our keen eyes cut throught the darkness more effectively than usuall, but the warm sensation in our hearts was pushed harder than ever. I saw a large moving object to the left and started to dart for it but the Alpha jumped into my path and pushed me back. He barred his fangs at me and crouched ready to lunge but he turned and headed toward what I had spotted. The pack moved away from me, being only one of the black furred members I meant nothing compared to the dignity of the pack. My yellow eyes, filled with hatred, lead me back into formation. I felt I had to redeem myself, but had to contain my hatred toward my superior.
By the time I had caught up the entire pack had been crouched in the snow, ready to pounce for quite some time. I stared at the moving structure of meat before me, eating the frozen grass in the snow, without a clue of us withing striking distance. I wondered of I could get an extra piece of meat for the she-wolf, deer meat had always impressed her, but I would get hell from the Alpha. Everyday I seemed to become more of a lone wolf, straying from the dignity of the pack.
Suddenly its back went rigid and neck arched slightly to look toward us. My fur bristled with excitement all the way up my spine and down my legs. Hunting with a pack had always been my specialty, ever since I was a pup, hunting moles just outside the den. But this wasnt for fun, this was for survival and pride. I lowered my body even closer to the snow, ready to pounce as soon as the Alpha gave the signal. He glanced at me and the others as he had on so many other occasions, the signal...
We all broke into a run together, surprising it before it could lift its head. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. My four legs pounding against the white powder, heart racing, eyes wide taking in everything around me. On almost all hunts for the pack, our prey had turned and run, making the chase more or less easy enough for us to take it down. Tonight was different however, the buck stood its ground and bucked the first of us away easily. Finally after many attempts it was my shot, so I broke into a sprint directly toward the large menacing creature before me. Predictably it lowered its head to buck me away, but when I tried to dodge the blow my hind legs slipped in the powder and caused me to slide underneath it. I was directly underneath it with a clear shot at the throat, however I knew that the only one who was allowed to take down prey directly was the Alpha. Realizing this, I went for the foreleg with open jaws and sunk my fangs deep into the muscle, cutting the tendon clean off the bone. The agonizing blow sent the buck straight forward onto its side and gave the Alpha the opportunity I had had earlier. The he looked into its eyes and in the blink of an eye ripped its neck open in one blow.
With the overwhelming essence of blood moving around my mouth, I ripped off the piece of meat I had so recently clamped my jaws down on. I gratefully swallowed the meat and went for more, knowing that I probably wouldnt get this kind of opportunity again for quite awhile. The rest of the pack jumped in and ate their fill, the smell of our preys blood made us feel very much alive and filled our hearts with pride.
Without warning the entire group of the pack began to howl. This was the sign that the rest of the pack could come for the food. Many of the female wolves bounded over the hill at the sound of our signal. Many of the maturing pups did the same, following their mothers in search of food. It was a very pleasing sight to see the rest of the pack devouring the rest of the fresh carcass, many of them coming over to the hunters, like me, and licking the blood off our muzzles as a sign of thanks. Without any warning at all the females and pups bounded off and the pack became dead silent.
I looked toward what the cause of this silence was. It was a creature like none I had ever seen: it walked on two legs, wore a variety of furs, and carried a large stick over its shoulder. The males were curious but deep down were furious with the creature that had interrupted their moment of glory. The pack ran toward it silently in an attempt to end the life of this unknown being.
For some reason the lone wolf inside me told me this wasnt right at all. I ran faster than the rest of them and stood in front of the creature in an attempt to protect it. I fought off the pack and they did back away from the creature and I. I felt I had done the correct thing going against my own pack until I turned around and saw the creatures stick to my head, and everything went black and I fell into a bottomless abyss of pain... Then silence, stillness, and darkness envoloping everything...........
By the time I had caught up the entire pack had been crouched in the snow, ready to pounce for quite some time. I stared at the moving structure of meat before me, eating the frozen grass in the snow, without a clue of us withing striking distance. I wondered of I could get an extra piece of meat for the she-wolf, deer meat had always impressed her, but I would get hell from the Alpha. Everyday I seemed to become more of a lone wolf, straying from the dignity of the pack.
Suddenly its back went rigid and neck arched slightly to look toward us. My fur bristled with excitement all the way up my spine and down my legs. Hunting with a pack had always been my specialty, ever since I was a pup, hunting moles just outside the den. But this wasnt for fun, this was for survival and pride. I lowered my body even closer to the snow, ready to pounce as soon as the Alpha gave the signal. He glanced at me and the others as he had on so many other occasions, the signal...
We all broke into a run together, surprising it before it could lift its head. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. My four legs pounding against the white powder, heart racing, eyes wide taking in everything around me. On almost all hunts for the pack, our prey had turned and run, making the chase more or less easy enough for us to take it down. Tonight was different however, the buck stood its ground and bucked the first of us away easily. Finally after many attempts it was my shot, so I broke into a sprint directly toward the large menacing creature before me. Predictably it lowered its head to buck me away, but when I tried to dodge the blow my hind legs slipped in the powder and caused me to slide underneath it. I was directly underneath it with a clear shot at the throat, however I knew that the only one who was allowed to take down prey directly was the Alpha. Realizing this, I went for the foreleg with open jaws and sunk my fangs deep into the muscle, cutting the tendon clean off the bone. The agonizing blow sent the buck straight forward onto its side and gave the Alpha the opportunity I had had earlier. The he looked into its eyes and in the blink of an eye ripped its neck open in one blow.
With the overwhelming essence of blood moving around my mouth, I ripped off the piece of meat I had so recently clamped my jaws down on. I gratefully swallowed the meat and went for more, knowing that I probably wouldnt get this kind of opportunity again for quite awhile. The rest of the pack jumped in and ate their fill, the smell of our preys blood made us feel very much alive and filled our hearts with pride.
Without warning the entire group of the pack began to howl. This was the sign that the rest of the pack could come for the food. Many of the female wolves bounded over the hill at the sound of our signal. Many of the maturing pups did the same, following their mothers in search of food. It was a very pleasing sight to see the rest of the pack devouring the rest of the fresh carcass, many of them coming over to the hunters, like me, and licking the blood off our muzzles as a sign of thanks. Without any warning at all the females and pups bounded off and the pack became dead silent.
I looked toward what the cause of this silence was. It was a creature like none I had ever seen: it walked on two legs, wore a variety of furs, and carried a large stick over its shoulder. The males were curious but deep down were furious with the creature that had interrupted their moment of glory. The pack ran toward it silently in an attempt to end the life of this unknown being.
For some reason the lone wolf inside me told me this wasnt right at all. I ran faster than the rest of them and stood in front of the creature in an attempt to protect it. I fought off the pack and they did back away from the creature and I. I felt I had done the correct thing going against my own pack until I turned around and saw the creatures stick to my head, and everything went black and I fell into a bottomless abyss of pain... Then silence, stillness, and darkness envoloping everything...........
