My nostrils flare as I inhale the warm air of spring. I feel it run through my lungs, feeling it stretch out until I huff it all out again. The lungs do...something with the air, this I know. I have examined many creatures with lungs, explored their innards and slowly I have come to a determination of how nose and lungs are connected. The woods are littered with the thick scent of trees, grass, and other foliage which holds much less interest than those of flesh and blood. Sure, they bleed a blood of white and greens, but they are not as wolves and prey. I search in the air for scents of the warm-blooded variety.

My muscles push forth through the dense forest. I have become a specimen to marvel at. I have developed legs most powerful, muscles completely fleshed out in my permanent adult form. I have the build of an athlete, a hunter who goes beyond what is needed for hunting into a realm of pure greatness. Ava is a woman most capable, and had created me so wonderfully. I glide through the woodland with my violet, orange streaked eyes looking about wildly, yet with a dark and devious intent. I am on the hunt this day. I can feel my form rippling with pleasure as I make my way through the green and brown forest.

The air may be telling me of how strongly the trees wish to smell, but I am a skilled creature. My nares catch the scent of a wolf, a delicate sent that only brings turn to my form as I begin to follow it. I know my Melek should be in the woods, lingering not too far but I cannot say for certain where she is. This is not her scent though, it is the scent of another. A scent new and foreign, and I lick my lips as I increase my pace.

When the other wolf comes into a view, a small female, I find that I do not hesitate for a moment. My great white paws increase in speed. I feel my alabaster fur stand on edge like great pinnacles to the sky. My face morphs from the naturally handsome state to that of a terror on four legs, with teeth that are meant only to bring death. A nightmare of snarls erupt from my great frame. She reacts, turning to face me, only to panic and run int he opposite direction.

I am stronger though. I am faster. I am better for I am the son of Ava. I pump my legs like quick pistons, catching up to her with ease. She was caught off guard, and of course weaker. My mouth reaches out, I snap air a few times before I make one sudden burst. My jaws clamp down upon her tail, and I whip her smaller body upon the ground. She seems to disappear under the ferns that decorate the forest, but her tail remains firmly connected and within my mouth. Now, is where the fun begins.