She had grown fierce in her first year. Strong and rather independent. Viora spent most of her time by herself if she could make it happen. It wasn't that she was anti-social, or disliked her family or anyone else. Most others couldn't really handle her energy, and savage drive to use her teeth. She had a desire to chew relentlessly. As she got older, she found the desire to hunt and kill more and more powerful within her. It was her basic drive, something that remains strong in her blood. Wolves are creatures wild and untamed, and Viora was built mentally to attend to her primal needs.
Today, she had done something she had never done before. The young girl of only one spent much of her time chasing anything that dare to move. Her form of grey and white was a sight to see. She was slowly getting faster, more agile and capable of controlling her body. And yet, she still had her moments when she tripped on her paws and flung face first into the dirt. It never stopped her though. She never gave up, not until her muscles were too sore and her lungs begged her to rest.
Today, her muscles were close to breaking down after her day of chase. She happened upon something small, and injured. A mouse like creature, with wounds already on the body like that of a falcon's claws. Viora often envied the deadly birds that hunted in the air. She had watched them in safety as they dash down from the air, claws ravaging their prey.
Today, she pretended to be one of those hunting birds, her jaws being the claws. The mouse did not stand a chance, it was on the edge of death to begin with, but to Viora, it was to be her first kill. Her lithe form was still in the grass, watching the mouse struggle with her brilliant blue eyes. After a moment, when the mouse had its back turned, she pounced. Her grey paws ached as she hit the ground, but her jaws opened like the sky predator's claws. They fell upon the injured mouse, grasping it firmly. Viora was so excited to have caught her first living, breathing mammal, that she just had to show her mother.
She held the mouse firmly in her mouth, not chewing it or killing it quickly, purely out of ignorance. She turned and trotted, head high in the air as she headed towards the den. However, she saw her mother on the way there, not at the den. Instead, she was stretch out on a rock. Viora turns, adjusting her trajectory as she confidently come up to her side. Viora then places the mouse, still twitching in front of her mother's paws, a strong smirk on her rather beautiful brindled visage.
"Look, Mother. I caught it myself." she says, her voice proud as she rests on her haunches next to her mother. She allows her eyes to rest on her mother, searching her eyes for any expression. Viora knew that the eyes said many things that words cannot. They express things without intent, and often exposes the true feelings. At least, she had a hunch anyway. She could be wrong, and yet, so far it seemed to be true.