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With a gentle paw, Whisper trailed the mouth-watering scent of her prey. The smell of a rabbit itched unbearably at her nose. Yet she restrained her body from bounding after the delicious scent. Her predator instincts commanded her to remain silent. Though there wasn't much meat to be had from such meager prey, she would need every last scrap of this meal to give her a boost of energy she so desperately hungered for. Wolves normally hunted in packs. As she silently snuck up on her unsuspecting victim, the sensitive wolf couldn't help reflecting back to the glorious nights of hunting and feasting with her dear, old pack mates. Remembering the savory taste of elk and deer, made her mouth salivate until drool began forming on her the edge of her lips. Oh, how hungry she was!
But without a pack, she had to resort to less bolder tactics. Like a cat, she had to sneak up and attack her prey without allowing them to detect her presence. These past few months of living alone had aged her maturity beyond her young years. She had learned patience and to walk in complete silence, without making the slightest sound. It was this new way of life that inspired her to toss away her old pack name, Treesong, and replace it with a name symbolizing her rebirth, Whisper.
Shaking away her memories of the past, Whisper forced her drifting imagination to focus on the task that was before her. Waiting until the final desperate moment, before revealing herself, she snuck up dangerously close to her clueless prey, before using her hind legs to spring forward, pouncing upon it from behind.
After a moment of silence, out of respect for her fallen adversary, Whisper devoured the only meal she'd had in several days. For now, her hunting skills proved worthy enough for her to survive on alone. But when the winter winds began to beat upon the countryside, Whisper was full of doubt that she'd be able to harden herself against the constant battle against nature's bitter realities. She needed a new pack if she was going to live to see her third year of life.
For the lone wolf, survival was everything.
But without a pack, she had to resort to less bolder tactics. Like a cat, she had to sneak up and attack her prey without allowing them to detect her presence. These past few months of living alone had aged her maturity beyond her young years. She had learned patience and to walk in complete silence, without making the slightest sound. It was this new way of life that inspired her to toss away her old pack name, Treesong, and replace it with a name symbolizing her rebirth, Whisper.
Shaking away her memories of the past, Whisper forced her drifting imagination to focus on the task that was before her. Waiting until the final desperate moment, before revealing herself, she snuck up dangerously close to her clueless prey, before using her hind legs to spring forward, pouncing upon it from behind.
After a moment of silence, out of respect for her fallen adversary, Whisper devoured the only meal she'd had in several days. For now, her hunting skills proved worthy enough for her to survive on alone. But when the winter winds began to beat upon the countryside, Whisper was full of doubt that she'd be able to harden herself against the constant battle against nature's bitter realities. She needed a new pack if she was going to live to see her third year of life.
For the lone wolf, survival was everything.
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The wolf forum site wanted us to post a sample of us role-playing as a wolf characters when we submitted our application. So this is what I wrote for that. I thought it would be a good introduction : )
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