05-31-2009, 08:43 PM
The predator lost its footing as a faster, though somewhat less massive, wolf plowed into it. It was an immense creature, which made its completely fluid and natural reflexes all the more awe-inspiring...or terrifying. As it felt the impact, it swung its head, throwing the squealing, savaged pup away from the black wolf to bounce and roll across the sand. The beast itself rolled once across its back, getting all four legs back beneath it with smooth alacrity. It yellow, bestial eyes locked onto those of the interloper. The land belonged to someone else, but the monster had grown hungry. Borders came second to hunger, even this odd, non-life-threatening hunger that it experienced now.
The hackles rose up along the back of its neck and it bared its long fangs. The pups cries had subsided. It did not bother looking at her...it had snapped many of her ribs, and she would not rise on her own. Her breaths were coming fast, and her eyes were closed. The wound would prove too much for her. The predator had no words to exchange with the black female, only body language. Its body language was clear. It surged forward, unwilling to wait for its attacker to back down. Maternal instinct ran strong in many she-wolves. It would resort to force first, and if she fled prematurely, then it could escape with its meal without further incident. If not, well, it was confident that it could kill her. Its fangs flashed as it shot toward her, skipping all pretense, opting instead for sudden, lethal violence.
The hackles rose up along the back of its neck and it bared its long fangs. The pups cries had subsided. It did not bother looking at her...it had snapped many of her ribs, and she would not rise on her own. Her breaths were coming fast, and her eyes were closed. The wound would prove too much for her. The predator had no words to exchange with the black female, only body language. Its body language was clear. It surged forward, unwilling to wait for its attacker to back down. Maternal instinct ran strong in many she-wolves. It would resort to force first, and if she fled prematurely, then it could escape with its meal without further incident. If not, well, it was confident that it could kill her. Its fangs flashed as it shot toward her, skipping all pretense, opting instead for sudden, lethal violence.