The Hunt.

Running through the woods, chasing our prey. Me and my pack, we run alongside each other. Our fur rubs and I can feel them along my flank. We split off and try to take down the deer, our prey for this night. It will feed our young, the pups born to our alpha female earlier this moon. We surround the straggler, cutting him off from the rest of his herd. He panics and tries to run the other way, only to find that we are behind him as well. He's trapped and he knows it. He is our dinner for tonight, the meal for our children. He is the pack's sustenance, and we enjoy taking what we need. This is the hunt, and we are the wolves.
silvermoonlit10 silvermoonlit10
16-17, F
4 Responses Feb 28, 2011

thats kool

cool

thanks

nice story!