“The Dark Hunter” <33 |
Anemone didn’t like the healing lessons very much. She seemed to want to live more by herself. Connor was still not feeling very well. I’m so worried. I am trying my best to heal my son. We need food… I guess this is the last time we are hunting for myself! Camelot! My love! My mate, he asked me to go to his pack! Spirane! We will be safe once again! I believe in him. It’s all going to be alright!
I was hunting a rabbit for some time, but I think It heard me for it ran away. My nose lowered as I look for it. I follow it’s scent slowly. The snow, decorating the forest with a fine white layer in this winter. The wind is very cold, it’s good to have a good long white coat to protect me. My frame is not heavy and I move easily on the snow. I tracked the rabbit down to a small place surrounded by tall pine trees. It seemed to be the bottom of a cliff, there was an entrance to a big cave. Well, rabbits do not usually enter this places, but to run from a wolf, it’s possible it did hide in there.
I slowly entered the cave, sniffing. Nothing smells wrong. The cave was very small, more like a den than actually a cave. I took only two steps before reaching a wall. It was so dark in that place. I sniffed around, looking for the rabbit, but I couldn’t find it. I turned my frame around. I took only one step forward before my gaze fell on the form of a small black spider. It was on the den’s entrance, right in the middle of the den, blocking my passage. It’s back had a red marking.
My heart raced and my whole body started shaking. Suddenly, nothing else mattered, I couldn’t think of anything. I wanted to run and hide. I tried to get away. My back touched the wall of the cave. I couldn’t stop shaking! I barked at it a few times, but it didn’t move, it stayed there. Whines escaping my muzzle as I lowered and shrank down. Tail wrapping around my legs and body. Tears rolled down my muzzle as I realized that I was alone there, trapped inside a small cave. Whines getting louder.
- Aiuto! (Help!) - I shouted as loud as I could.
My scared voice calling for help desperately in my own language.
- Help! - I shouted again.
I couldn’t stop shaking and crying… A strong fear completely took over me. It’s going to kill me!
Laila
-- 28in/77lbs-- | 13 Years old |Lonely Wolfess | Camelot Imprintee | Mother to Connor & Anemone | |