09-05-2012, 02:09 PM
She felt it...the sun on her orange hued head. The air had the sting of fall in it, it was a time she knew would come. It was a matter of time. She was going on her second winter. The red hued rocky mountain wolf remembers faintly the smells and feel of winter. But she didn't focus on it at the moment. The only thing that came to her mind was the need for food and water. It was her primary calling. Her paws moved with a slight heaviness as she moved toward the scent of water, the sound of a trickling stream called to her ears. It was the first thing she did when she awoke. Find water, then food. Her two primary functions. The moment she satisfied her thirst, she went out for food. Her nose the tracker, her paws the carrier, and her jaws the executioner. Her brilliant green eyes sought her prey. It was a boar. A very dangerous advisory, however, the young pigs were now leaving the safety net of mother making any weak ones easy targets.
Her eyes fixated on her prey, and the moment his snout was buried into the earth, and his back was to her she went in. The pig ran, squealing with all he had. This only fueled her need to kill her prey, to end its cries. The pig attempted to try a maneuver that only ended in his fall allowing her to come up and rip violently into his throat rendering him lifeless after a moment of struggle. Aiyana was a satisfied wolf.
Aiyana was a very natural wolf. She traveled here from southern part of the North Americas. She had lived her life mainly it was used to be called Wyoming. After her mother's death there was nothing keeping her tied there, so she began to travel. She was now on her own, and nothing stopped her from anything she wanted. The young female knew nothing of happiness, she'd never been around other wolves other than her mother, and her mother wasn't a playful female. She was always serious, and always out for keeping herself safe. There were no times for laughs, no time for smiles. When she was a mere puppy the first time she found play it was ripped from her in a violent act of punishment. Her mother taught her to never let her guard down, if she did, it could mean death.
She never recalled her past, only when it came to lessons, that was it.
When she satisfied herself with the boar she began to drag it to a nearby push to stash it for later. For several days the red hued mountain wolf would stick around feeding upon the carcass until it was gone. Then she'd carry on her travels.
Her eyes fixated on her prey, and the moment his snout was buried into the earth, and his back was to her she went in. The pig ran, squealing with all he had. This only fueled her need to kill her prey, to end its cries. The pig attempted to try a maneuver that only ended in his fall allowing her to come up and rip violently into his throat rendering him lifeless after a moment of struggle. Aiyana was a satisfied wolf.
Aiyana was a very natural wolf. She traveled here from southern part of the North Americas. She had lived her life mainly it was used to be called Wyoming. After her mother's death there was nothing keeping her tied there, so she began to travel. She was now on her own, and nothing stopped her from anything she wanted. The young female knew nothing of happiness, she'd never been around other wolves other than her mother, and her mother wasn't a playful female. She was always serious, and always out for keeping herself safe. There were no times for laughs, no time for smiles. When she was a mere puppy the first time she found play it was ripped from her in a violent act of punishment. Her mother taught her to never let her guard down, if she did, it could mean death.
She never recalled her past, only when it came to lessons, that was it.
When she satisfied herself with the boar she began to drag it to a nearby push to stash it for later. For several days the red hued mountain wolf would stick around feeding upon the carcass until it was gone. Then she'd carry on her travels.