Sometimes, I am given to wonder just what it would be like to be one of the larger built wolves in my immediate area. As a seafaring wolf, I have never grown to be too large, as a matter of fact I am rather leggy, thin looking and made to run with the coastal winds. I am not, nor will I ever be one of the muscle bound behemoths that seem to haunt this area, but do not doubt a smaller wolf's capabilities. I did that once and it is no fun to doubt, you get the feeling like something is missing in your theories and then BAM! Your brother has you pinned by the throat and you are made to surrender to his every whim for that whole week. I don't really like to reflect on my old home, my mother and father ruled over the pack, expected me to fight my brother for the throne and I wanted no part in leadership anyway so I left. End of that story, I don't really intend to look back too much either. But, anyways, back to what I am doing now.
I am running, free to do as I please, and I have so much energy I simply cannot help myself. I love running, my long, graceful legs eating up the ground before me as I fly through the world, my mossy green eyes watching for any holes or rocks that might trip me up. For all my agility, I tend to fall into a lot of gopher holes and stuff. But, that is okay, I have only ever broken one toe, but I don't really think about that too much either. I just don't play in the rain anymore. My black and rusty russet body move through the large crater at a breakneck speed, unique eyes flashing this way and that to make sure I won't embarrass myself. I notice something out of the corner of my eye, a black mass over a smaller russet one. I stop suddenly, my gait bouncy as I sit and watch the wolf devour the fox. I have seen this type of thing before, and I understand the need to wipe out competitors, but really, where is the challenge in a fox? You could go and pick on coyotes and have way more fun. I watch from a safe distance, lithe frame in a sitting position as he moves to clean off.
My small paws dance as I begin to move, my one white paw sticking out against the black and russet of the rest of my body. I wave my black, white tipped tail as I near the fox carcass, I look over what he left behind and cluck my tongue. Oh well, had it been me I would have taken the tail, but it is not me and it is not mine to take as a trophy of sorts. I look over to the male cleaning in the stream, and while he is mostly black, I am sure the smell of dried blood is not appealing to anyone. I let out a happy yip as I move toward him, I am cautious though, not wishing to get hurt or like, snapped at or anything. "Hello, Fox Slayer!" I say, my tail waving behind me as I watch his reaction to the impromptu nickname. I wonder what he will do, and I begin to imagine all sorts of wicked and delightful reactions to my appearance. Maybe they will be the delightful sort, as I really don't want to think about the other anymore.
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"And it harm ye none, and do as ye will."