DEAR ME, WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO?

0000000000000 Age was more than creeping up on me, and to be honest, I was afraid I would die alone. I was already eight, and I had never been close with a wolf, other than my adopted family, but one of the opposite gender? Never. I mean, yes in the past I had an imprint, an awful one at that who always scared the living daylights outta me, and I was never going down that road again, no. So now, eight and all alone, I knew that I needed to make my life go the way I needed it to, right and perfect. I didn’t know if I would ever desire pups, but I knew I needed someone in my life for that to ever happen should I pick to become a mother. I hoped I would have the chance, after all, I was abandoned as a pup, and then adopted into a lovely family, and I was dying to make my mark in someone else’s life the way that Juno had raised me. I had to do that, I had to pay it forward in some way.

0000000000000 The air was thick with the smell of fresh blood, so pungent and bright, it was as if it was a ‘COME HERE’ bright neon sign flashing in the air. I licked my white maw, an uncontrollable reaction to the smell of a fresh kill. Along with the smell of the fresh meat, was the smell of many wolves, and without hesitation, I began moving in the direction. The air became thicker as I approached, my white pelt was stark, the red-brown blotches stood out against my sterling coat, and my eyes, well, those would always stand out. I approached slowly, not going straight into the thick of the group, hanging around the outside of them. While there was not a body on the ground there was still the smell of blood in the air. Some wolves were going on their own to take down a single elk, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her.

0000000000000 She was heavily pregnant, about to drop any day, and boy, she was slower than anything else in the herd. I darted off to the left, my paws barely brushing against the hardened ground as I raced towards her, large jaws opened as I neared her rear left hock, I lunged. My teeth felt the air rush through them before they sunk into the flesh, severing something before she tore away from my jaws. A rough snarl released from my jaws as I chased after her. A sharp bark was released, an offering for another to join me in taking her down. I knew she would be a difficult one, so why not offer another to join me in the feast?

(( ooc; i hope i dont ruffle feathers with her post! ))