It is a warm summer day, the birds chirp as you lift your muzzle high and sniff the cool air. Your ears perk and you grunt eagerly, you smell the wolf from your rival pack, Fellony. You trot to a nearby bush and crouch low. Maybe she wont see you coming if you keep quiet. She runs past, almost as if she were in a rush, then you see it, she is chasing a rabbit. On your turf, you snarl and don't plan to share any hunting ground with the rival who kicked you out. You found this land. You run unbelivably fast up to her and sink your fangs into her flank. She howls in pain and turns and bites your back. You squeel and squirm, she keeps her grip tight. You kick her hard with your back legs in her stomach. She falls back and stumbles to stay on her paws. You growl and the hair on the back of your neck begins to raise as she draws closer. You scratch her muzzle hard, and you feel victoriouse as she yelps in pain and defeat. She falls on her back, taking the blow hard, and you put your paws on hers, pinning her tightly. She spits blood into your face and you snarl in rage. You howl as you bite her tendons and crack her neck hard. She lays limp at your paws and you trot away. You think "There is always a prise for the wrong choice" and begin to feel sad and guilty. The rival leader won't enjoy hearing this...
Jimy is back · Thu Mar 11, 2010 @ 10:03pm · 0 Comments |