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SSWM - 347
The moon hung in the winter’s clear sky. Round and full it glowed through the thin cloud cover, unafraid or deterred by the veil that hung over the atmosphere. It reflected against the soft snow, and called to the female through the paned window. She walked out the door, unable to reject the voice and ignore its message. Silently the huntress stepped off the house’s porch, and into the dunes of drifted snow. She moved effortlessly though weightless powered, and without a second thought she began to travel west. Through the treed landscape, the lake, the mansion to her back Anu wandered almost mindlessly. Her nose lead the way, the rest of her consciousness falling behind allowing the primal instincts take over.
It was more then just the moon that asked her to hunt, her stomach had rumbled gently against its empty state, and for the predator that urge for the chase would rise in her without warning. An itch that needed to be scratched, she found energy copious and sleep a thought miles and miles away. The tawny woman moved fluidly, black nose brushing lightly against the snow. Her ear twitched, taking in the sound of a faint far off rustling. The wolf paused, still for a moment. The scent was not on the wind, the breeze dead for the moment. She worked the air, nose high and moving in a curve in hopes of catching the invisible trail.
In the instant she found it, Anu let her voice ring through the dim night. Her maw tipped backwards and calling for any and every beast that wished to feed. Anu thought not of the dept of night, nor the bitter chill that would capture one that stood still too long. But she wished to move, feel the muscles beneath her silver thick pelt burn and feast beneath the bright moon that sat round faced above them. Her voice carried, low and as it ended low she picked it up once more, blue eyes closing and asking a second time for those that refused to go hungry.