Wolf Hunt - the wolfess
The feral looked around uneasily, her black and white coat sparkling healthily in the moonlight. She was skinny - skinnier than usual wolves tended to be even in the winter. Despite of this, she was sixty five pounds of pure killing force, her eyes sparkled keenly and her overly large paws hit the snowy ground both gracefully and silently. The object upon which her attention was fixed lay a few yards upwind from where she stood, underneath a thickly snow coated fir tree, a common tree where she lived.
She lived alone, high up on a mountain, where it was all too often snowed under year round. As a result of this sparse living, no wolves had really survived and thrived since the last pack had been shot, only about 2 winters ago, after they had began to kill off the little livestock that had managed to actually survive in this harsh climes. The only creatures to live here now though were squirrels, the occasional bear and a small but particularly vicious herd of caribou. Occasionally Man would come through, though more often were the solitary anthromorphic creatures, trying to prove to their peers that they were not afriad of the 'ghost' which was said to lurk this high in the mountains.
The object upon which her oddly mismatched eyes were fixed was an incongruous object, something so mundane that in it's current setting it looked odd, alien. It was a frying pan, complete with lightly sizzling bacon, carelessly left unattended. As the small wolfess gingerly glided forwarded, her head lifted revealing snow white fur upon her throat, which now happened to be slightly bloodstained, and four teeth marks which had obviously been left either as a warning or reminder by a larger predator, or from being forced to submit to the aforementioned creature.
Another step, and a hint of a breeze, which sent a tantalizing whiff of bacon across the feral females sensitive nose, causing her to drool and quiver with barely suppressed hunger. Another step brought her into the shadows of an ancient tree, it's boughs weighed down heavily with the snow that had fallen during the night. Almost immediately her eyes seemed to glow, normal for any creature that had some aspect of night vision, but this revealed the colors that would have been hidden at a further distance. One of her eyes shone a golden amber in the dark, a usual color for any wolf, and then the other eye gleamed an icy cold, for her other eye was blue.
She started to stalk faster as her body cleared the shadow spread by the mighty giant tree, the smells, among what was revealing itself to be a campsite, threatening to overwhelm her delicate, nervously over active sense of smell. While she tried to get to the bacon without disturbing the mess that lay about the gorund, her instincts were screaming at her to just grab the baon and run with it.
Eventually she reached the pan and with a casual paw, then tipped the pan into the snow, muffling the yelp that had tried to emerge into the chilly morning air. As the pain had flipped, the hot oil had landed on the forepaw closest to the small fire. Actin greedily, she snatched up the bacon, half cooked but better than nothing.on her starved stomach. Now sated, or at least no longer nigh on dead from hunger, she explored the camp, curious as to why there appeared to be no sign of life anywhere. T
he fur rose on the back of her neck as the sound of a single wolf howling came to her now pricked up ears, which twisted, trying to pinpoint the sound. As the sound grew when more wolves joined in, her fur lifted from just her neck to her back, and down wither side of her shoulders until she looked half her size again. They had come back for her! They wanted to have her home again! Her mind lost in memories, the wolfess didn't notice the cold, nor the snow, which had once again began to fall and setlle on her as she wandered around. If she had paid attention, she would have noticed the area right where she was headed was covered with a much thinner pile of snow, She walked over it, and it was only when she reached the middle that she realised the danger she was in, she sprang forward, only for the leaves to fall out from under her, and her body to tumble down into the darkness, her mind following under a second later as darkness claimed her...her last conscious thought being that of her wondering if she would ever see the moon again......
When she briefly came to, she was encased in what felt to be metal, but was, in reality merely an ultra strong rope net, suspended above a tree. Feeling the first stirrings of foreboding, the wolfess started to struggle viciously, struggling to get out, not noticing the wolf anthro standing mere feet from her with no appearance of fright, or shame on his handsome silver face. Burning blue eyes burnt into her very soul, and she stopped struggling as the wolf walked around her in a circl, nis nose twicthing a little at the feral scent of a female, who was, by smell at least due to come into heat anyday. With a cold, yet somehow heat inducing growl, he uttered a sentence that caused her fur to creep, and to wonder what she had gotten herself into...
"Well well well, look at what I caught!"
To be continued...
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This is a story I am writing after losing a bet with someone. They are as far unmentioned in the story, as I am introducing the characters singly. Now on to the slightly more interest part in which I can explain a little more about descriptions.
The wolfess in the story is, in essence me. As people who have read my other stories know. I often feature in my own stories...and heavily in this one.
Description of me: A white and black feral wolfess, who looks much like a husky (There is husky blood somewhere in her history.). Has a VERY thick coat, of which the black is a topcoat, covering her ears, cheeks, and over her back, including the tipside of her tail, and the right fore leg. Her left hindleg is also black. What isn't black, is white, and so she occassionally can stalk through places like a forest and not be seen. Also has mismatched eyes, one being amber and the other blue, as seen above. Some scars show through the thick fur, which moults copiously in the summer.