Moon dashed through the forest. The sound of her packs angry
howls and barks filled her ears. "Never come back!" they howled.
"If you do, prepare to die!" Moon's tail was tucked in between
her legs, and patches of her fur were missing. She tripped over
sticks and fallen branches and leaped over a fallen tree.
She didn't stop running until the rank stench of her former pack
left her nostrils. Moon sighed and slowed down to a walk. Her
tail untucked and drug into the dirt. Squirrels and rabbits
peered out of their homes to watch the fallen wolf walk slowly
through the forest.
Her belly rumbled. Her last meal was nine days ago, and it had
just been the bone of a elk. Her head swung back and forth. She
Her grey fur, normally shaggy and well-groomed, was ripped and
sagged. The mix of black and white that swirled around her storm
colored fur looked ugly and repulsing. Her ripped ears were
flattened to her skull and her ice-blue eyes looked dull and
lifeless. Her ribs outlined her pelt and her muzzle was bloody
She knew that she could survive a few more days without feasting,
but she was so hungry. Moon's patchy tail was tucked in between
her legs again. The tip twitched as if she was angry and about to
"No," she barked out loud, causing a few birds to stare at her.
"I will not starve. I will die fighting." With that, she leaped
at the nearest animal, which was a rabbit. However, the prey
around here was well-fed and agile, and the rabbit easily skipped
The birds took to the sky, warning the whole forest of the wolf's
presence. All the prey took cover in their barrows. Squirrels
stuffed nuts inside of their jaws before easily climbing up
trees. Ground squirrels dove into the barrows in the roots of
trees. Rabbits squeezed inside their dens, and shrews and voles
scampered into the bushes.
Her tail drooped farther onto the ground. If it drooped any
farther, she knew she would trip on it. I'm going to
Moon had left the forest and was walking through a meadow. It was
large and wide with soft, squishy grass. There were many
collections of amber and gold flowers, and silver-and-white birds
flittered through the air. The sweet scent of flowers and pollen
drifted inside of Moon's nose, causing her to sneeze.
It was beautiful, despite Moon's sour mood.
The wolf lay down, curling herself in a ball. Right now, she
wished she was with her pack. But half of her told herself that
missing them was stupid. They were starving as well. Moon
groaned, rolling on her side. They would've found her secret
stash by now, stuffing their faces. She knew that they wouldn't
keep any for later. You are so stupid. Moon wished she hadn't
been gnawing on the bone near her den, then maybe the beta would
not have caught her.
A rustling broke Moon from her thoughts. She sat up, her torn
ears pricked. A fawn stepped out. It's brown fur was bloody and
ragged, and the outline of teeth on its thin legs told Moon that
maybe it had gotten caught by a trap. Or a animal had tried to
attack it, and the fawn had quickly fled.
Moon looked around. No sign of the fawn's mother. Moon looked at
the fawn. It was on its side now, body heaving as it struggled to
stay alive. Too young to know Moon was a threat. The pale
speckles on its body told Moon that. About one or two weeks old.
Moon approached the fawn, licking her lips hungrily. However,
before she could attack her meal, the doe charged out of nowhere
and stamped its hooves near Moon's muzzle. Moon snarled, and the
fawn was immediately awake, bleating in terror.
The doe stomped again, this time catching Moon on the snout. Moon
growled and dodged to the side, sending a nip to its legs. She
noticed that the doe was bloody as well, and a narrow hole was
embedded in its shoulder.
Hunter! A hunter meant human. Suddenly everything fell into
place. The fawn had gotten caught in a hunter's trap, and the doe
had struggled to set her fawn free. The hunter had shot the doe
and she had fled. The hunter released the fawn, thinking it was
dead. The fawn then ran away, and now the doe was here,
protecting her child.
Moon barked at the doe. "Get away!" she spat, digging her teeth
into the doe's wounded shoulder.
"No!" the doe bleated, struggling to free herself from the wolf's
solid jaws. "I will protect my child, you beast!" Moon dislodged
her teeth from the doe and instead lunged for the deer's throat.
The doe was making weird noises, blood gurgling from her lips and
body convulsing. Moon stepped back to admire her work as the doe
had many seizures, its legs thrashing about. Moon waited until
the doe grew still before digging into her meal.
She heard bleating, and turned her head to see the doe. It stared
at Moon with wide, scared eyes. "You see this?" Moon asked,
pointing her tail at the dead doe. The fawn nodded. "This will be
you if you don't get away."
The fawn looked absolutely frightened, so it turned and skipped
away. Moon continued to eat the doe, completely dismissing the
cruel thing she had just did. Food was food. The grass and
flowers around Moon were flattened and bloody and covered with
pawprints and hoofprints. Moon thought that she had not only
gotten a good meal, but a wonderful bed as well.
However, she was not dumb enough to just leave her meal out in
the open with her sleeping far from it. So, she collapsed on her
belly, hind legs outstretched behind her and forelegs drooping
over the deer's carcass.
You might just survive, Moon.