Mavs Iditarod...pt 2, intermission
A brief gap filler, inbetween larger stories, getting a little more in depth with the character
I chase after the sound of the female in distress, panting lightly, shirt off and running at my fastest pace. Finally, i come to an outcrop, and creep up behind a large rock, peering over it to spy down on the source of the distress call. Peering over, i spot a beautiful orange vixen being cornered by a pack of rouge wolves, the mange in their coat was very obvious, patches of fur missing, making them look like they are wearing a rough patchwork quilt.
All of them were foaming at the mouth, had their eyes glazed over, and looked to be ready to sexually assault the fox, tho she didnt seem to fear them. The head rouge..who looked like a runaway german sheperd, still had his old masters collar and name tag on, the name on the tag read "Baron". Baron looked to be slightly more well built than the rest, showing signs of and old physique, he padded up towards the smaller vixen, panting heavily as the rabies and mange ate away at his mind, he started to lick his lips lustfully as he barked a few orders to his subordinates, telling them to hold her down while he makes a crossbreed..
The others circle around the vixen, who had called for help earlier, and they close in slowly, tightening their half-circle as the vixen is backed up against a cliff face, all of them laughing evilly, licking their chops and grabbing themselves lustfully.
Finally i see an opening to strike, making sure all their backs were turned towards me, i jump down off of the outcrop, landing lightly, using my knees to absorb most of the impact, and pad cautiously toward them, i pull out my commando knife i always have strapped to my thigh and hold it reverse in my right hand, ready for my first kill.....