Hunting at night

[Thorn]

Satin the dark shewolf paced around the delta, jumpy and on her guard. She was unnaccustomed to the mud and did not even realise that a paw wrong could have her drowning in mud, but she did know that the area had an aura of pain. The little dark wolf sniffed the ground. She was tired, but could not rest. Hunger clawed her belly, but despite the rich scent of prey she had not yet found a meal. Her dark fur gleamed as she stepped into a pool of moonlight. The little wolf turned her head to the sky. The sight of the moon reminded her of her birth pack, induced memories of ledgends and myths half-forgotten.
Her mind flickered briefly to Auron, the strange, bright coated alpha she had met on the beach. He had offered her a pack. She was beginning to wish she had accepted. The company would have been welcome in a place as gloomy as this.
The wolf dropped to her belly as she heard a noise, the cursed in a growl as a pigeon took flight. She got to her paws once again, disgusted at herself for being spooked by mere prey. And she was still hungry.
She paced alone, then struck lucky. A light footed little rabbing was grazing acorss in a clearing just a leap and a bound away. Satin was hungry. With a swift movement she lept forward, but got no further as her paws sunk beneath her. Spooked, the rabbit fled, zigzagging along a path only it knew. Satin let it go, growling. The mud came up to her ankles. She struggled to free her forelegs and writhed backwards, her hindlegs sinking further. With tremendous effort, she scrambled back to solid ground, panting.
The wolf glanced back. A trail of thick glistening sludge betrayed where she had landed. On closer inspection, what she had taken to be a clearing was more of a bog, with deceptive plants covering the telltale gleam of wet mud. She had been lucky, but she didnt feel that lucky. Mud was caked in her tail and in the longer wisps of the fur on her belly. Between her toes was jammed with slime and each paw wore a thick slimy brown sock.
Distinctly miserable now, Satin retreated to the trees, her tail clamped by her legs and her ears folorn. She came across a brook which removed some of the mud, but she was still hungry. Worse, she now realised that thingswere not as they seemed.
She returned to the moonlit clearing to gaze once more at the sky. In tribute to her roots, she held her mud smuged muzzle to the moon to sing the song of her ancestors. It had been a long time since she had howled to the moon and it made her feel better somehow. She could barely remember the tune, let alone the words, but howled all the same.

[Moonlight]

Small legs walked through the thick grass. A young fawn walked alone. It's mother was not in sight, she had been taken not to long ago. The fragile body showed the affects of not have mal-nourishment. Her slender neck went down to the grass, but couldn't eat much for she had just been weaned. The white spots on her brown pelt mixed with the moonlight.
She lifted her head suddenly. A strange noise she had never head before caught her attention. Instinct told her to run, but curiosity told her to go to it. She was frozen with the ultimatum. She looked around to try and find the sorce. She had never heard the howl of a lonely wolf, much less seen one.

[Thorn]

Satin picked up the scent of a meal on the breeze. She dropped to her belly and thanked her good luck. She shuffled forward to identify the smell. It was a fawn, and a young one. The dark litle wolf skimmed her eyes over the animal. It was weak in appearance, and alone. Satin glanced for a herd, but she could see none. Not even the little animals mother. It was unusual to see a fawn alone, so Satin assumed that its parent was dead.
It was a win win situation for the little wolf. Even if she missed, the little fawn had no adult to run to. It looked slightly unhealthy, like a orphaned pup, but despite its slim form would make a good meal. It would die of hunger eventually, but Satin had no intention of waiting that long. To kill the fawn would prevent its suffering and save her own stomach. Slinking forward on her belly, she approached the young deer and lept for the kill. She aimd for the little fawns throat, to make the kill quick.
As the little fawn fell, the wolf made sure it was dead before lying on her belly and enjoying a good meal at last. She was grateful to the fawn for providing such a good feed. Satin ate her fill, then lay dozing by her kill, content again. Her eyes flickered to the moon once more and she hummed the tune she had howled just earlier, repeating the bits she could remember to make up for the parts she could not. For no real reason, something drifted into her mind.
The moonlight was bright as the pack met beneath the pines. The alpha wolf had adressed them all as usual, then had lead them in song which followed the tune of the blackbirds and contained more melodies than any one wolf could possibly sing alone. The little dark cub lay with her sister and brothers and was content to listen when her piping little bark was too weak to join in. Her mother lay close by, washing one of her brother cubs who, like the she wolf who washed him, was sandy in colour. The little dark cub nudged her sandy sister, who bit her ear, then their brother wriggled free of their mother and ran to meet them, joined by their other brother, who despite his sandy coat did not share his brother and mothers blue eyes.
The pack song swelled as the song came to an end, then the black beta female came forward to sing a solo of her own composure. As her howl echoed around the trees, the dark cub put her head on one side and her dark eyed, sandy brother turned to their mother to ask 'why do we sing?' To which their mother replied with a wolfish laugh, 'To please the wolf of the moon.'
The dark cubs sandy sister giggled. 'The wolf of the moon?'
'The mistress of all wolves. The sun wolf is her mate and is involved with grand schemes, but the wolf of the moon is interested in individuals. She brings you mates and cubs, sends you warm dens, leads you to prey. She has a land where she roams in the flesh to visit wolves and bring them powers. We sing to make requests and to show our gratitude.'
And the cubs were content, and joined the rest of the pack in the chorus.
Satin blinked at the memory. She gave a wistful wolfish smile at the thought of her birth pack, wondering what had become of her sister and brothers. She wondered why that particular memory had come to mind.
Glancing at the remenents of the fawn and with her mothers words fresh in her mind, Satin lifted her muzzle and did something she had not done before today for many nights-she sang a song of thanks to the glowing orb in the night sky.



OOC: Does the kill bit count as powerplaying, or is it ok as the fawn is a micellaneous character? Ill change this post if I need to

[Moonlight]

Hearing a call to the moon, Moonlight looked through the surrounding tree into the clearing ahead. She saw the fae and by her feet lay what left of the body of a young fawn. She smiled knowingly at the body and nodded. She looked at the Moon. She closed her eyes slightly and felt the light come over her body. Her body had no definite shape in the shadows, it was just there. Her eyes where a mix of blue and green. Her fur the color of an any other gray wolf. Feeling the power all around her, she lifted her own muzzle. Moonlight joined the fea in her song, but let hers be shorter than the fea. She looked deeply at her, then taking a few steps, disappeared the shadows.

(((No, it's ok. I don't really mind if it is only a small fawn that I send in or something, but if it was a herd or a strong buck, then it would be different. ^ ^))))

[Thorn]

Satin stopped her howling with a start. She could have sworn that she had heard singing. She reasoned that it was probably echoes, but all the same, she felt less alone. Maybe she would howl more often. It seemed to bring good things. Standing up, she carefully put the fawns remains under a tree so that she could find it if she needed it but so it could decompose if she didnt come back. Besides, she didnt want to leave any trace of her being here.
With a shake, Satin started to wander away from the clearing