Night never staied in one place for long. That would mean listening to the same things and having to watch the same people, and also the lack of warmth. A racoon hung from the pups jaws, scratch marks lined her maw and above her eyes, some small amounts of blood had seeped out while the others had already healed. Killing the creature had caused her core to become hot and heart to race. Although the pup didn't have a name for it yet, she would soon understand that it was excitment.
The small wounds she had had never accured to her, only when a drop of blood fell into her eye did she notice her face was even marred. She rubbed her face against her from leg. At three months old Night was already keeping to herself. Dropping the creature in her mouth to the floor she examined it. The stupid thing had not seen her when it had jumped from a tree. Maybe it had thought her little threat. The sable girl wasn't sure.
Licking the blood from the dead animal her stomach growled and she sighed each time she tasted her prize. Lifting it in her mouth again she was about to turn away when she caught a scent, like flowers. Cocking her head her cold blue eyes couldn't see anything, but she was sure she smelt another wolf. Her curiosity had her moving towards the smell. She didn't have to go to far before she found the dark she wolf laying in the snow. Starvation was apperant on the she wolfs frame. Looking at the pitiful creature Night dropped the dead animal. Helplessness wasn't something she cared for, and this creature had become helpless. Sitting a few feet away with her meal the girl waited for the she wolf to speak.