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Her name is "Gaia". With molten emeralds she scanned the nearby clearing eying a doe and her fawn. Steam puffed with each breath they took giving a rise to her heart as she formulated her attack. The light from the full moon cast an eerie silver glow to the meadow and played games with the light layer of fog that had rolled in at dusk. A light breeze swept through from the north carrying the scent of another wolf, an intruder on her land. Normally she would have engaged it, however given the feast she was soon to enjoy she chose to indulge herself in the hunt, instead of ruin her appetite on some insignificant whelp. It's scent would cling to her fur and burn into her memory for later reference.



Despite the dried autumn leaves that litter the ground she silently traversed the forest floor with skilled paws. Even the most gifted hunter wouldn't see her on this night. Her dark Timber colored fur blended perfectly with the ambiance and shades of the fall night. An owl hoots restlessly in his perch, mildly annoyed at the thing she levels it a steely gaze. As if sensing the impending danger he halts mid-call and instantly silence is restored to the night. Not even the crickets sang their melodies as she made her way to the edge of the woods.



She crouched low and gave a short pause, once more evaluating her prey before making her move. She was calm calculating, not even a whisper of her breath could give her away. A quirk of her tail was the only signal that she had had enough waiting. In the briefest of moments she sprang into action going for the mother first. It instinctively ran, futile as it may have been, to find safety. She knew by verbatim that the fawn would run for his nest should his mother die. It would take less than a minute to take the doe down. With a massive paw she knocked the mother to the ground and delivered the final blow to her life giving vein.



Blood dripping from her otherwise caramel muzzle she pressed forward tracking the desperate fawn. One expertly trained sniff and she had located the still hot trail. 'Game on.' Heart racing she forged through the wooded floor. Bounding over rotting logs and trees that had fallen during the last storm she exalted in the breeze before she halted at the river momentarily. With a wolfish grin she cleared the already icy waters in a single leap. The rocks were cold under her paws but the blood that surged in her veins more than made up where she was concerned. Scanning the area she found a wheat field slightly farther north than she normally hunted. This was where he had gone, of it she had no doubt but when she tried the trail all she found was the same smokey scent of the other.



It obviously had claimed this territory and her hunt, this she wouldn't stand for. The fawn was the doe's and the doe was hers. As far as she was concerned that boy belonged to her. A cloud of steam escaped her muzzle as she huffed her sentiment before taking off to stake her claim on the fawn. In a ground pounding stride she gave chase the next she knew she found herself on her left side trying to land a blow to the massive black wolf pressing down on her. Glowing amber eyes penetrated her to her soul. Before she could react his fangs had pierced the tender flesh of her right shoulder. Yelping she gave a shove with her hind quarters squarely planted on his breadth. His grip on her was strong and as she heaved him she felt bone and sinew tear and break.



Agony ripped from her lungs shattering the peaceful calm that the once was. Echos of her cry reverberated off the canyon walls to the south and left in their wake a trill of chirps and howls from those who once were asleep or close to. With all the strength she could muster she rose to a stand with the male preparing to bear down on her once more. Each breath became more and more forced as she shot off to the south, she needed to seek shelter before the sunrise or worse before she bled to death. Under usual circumstances she wouldn't care if the sunlight got her before she made it back but in her injured state the transformation would kill her.



Somewhere in the blackness she lost track of the male and soon of herself. Her last memory was seeing her cave and falling to the ground in a heavy pile of flesh, fur, and bones. The sun was still off in the East but rising fast. Instinctively she felt it as surely the ocean feels the moon, but she was powerless to save herself. She'd lost to much blood and the effort to get safe had nearly killed her in it's own right.



The next few days she spent in and out of consciousness vaguely aware of her transforming from human and back to wolf during the passing of night and day. The dark had consumed her more than once and more than once she had pulled back, a sickening pain tore through her body when she was awake leaving her more at peace to let go.



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