He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose, taking in all of the scents. The sweet grass, the fresh, morning air, and his family; the only scents that were important to the soon-to-be adult. He took in yet another deep breath, trying to find a particular scent. Another deep breath. He couldn't find it. Another deep breath, focus. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forced all else out of his mind, and thought about one particular scent. The air was silent, aside from the birds stretching their vocal chords.
His eyes opened, everything around him seemed to disappear except for one thing, he was determined. Low to the ground, the pup crept forward, following the scent that filled his nose.
A white she-wolf lay nearby, her pelt seemed to glimmer in the sunlight. Several beads of water still dripped from the ends of her fur, her scars vanished beneath her thick pelt as the seconds passed. A long, pink tongue ran along her distorted left paw.
From her tail to her shoulders, the masculine female was possibly one of the most beautiful wolves around these parts. But as you moved past the broad shoulders, her appearance changed completely. Her left paw was a bit misshaped, every bone in that limb had been crushed by an old foe and very few healed correctly. Her muzzle was covered in scars, the fur there was far too fine to cover up the many bites and scratches that part of the body had received. Now her eyes, her right eye was still near-perfect . . . her left was another story.
About two years back, she was once a lone wolf. She had found a pack and the Alpha Female became her very first true friend since leaving her original pack behind. She had gone out to hunt and discovered a pair of bear cubs. Long story short, the mother bear was not very happy with her and chased her down. She and a few others fought off the bear. The bear crushed her ribs and left four jagged scars cutting across her left eye, that eye is now nearly useless. Her ears also have a few cuts and bite marks.
The white fae froze, the grass behind her stirred ever so slightly. She twisted her neck around and peered over her shoulder, nothing. Heaving a sigh, she turned back around and stretched out across the land, laying her head down between her paws.
His honey-brown eyes locked on the larger female, one whom he'd adopted as his aunt. Success! The pup had just tracked his very first animal. He wriggled with excitement, causing the tall grass to rub together and make a noise. He froze when the female turned, his heart raced, he thought for sure his cover was blown . . . but then she turned away. YES!! It took all his might not to cry out with joy.
He raised himself up from the grass and dug his claws into the dirt. Wait for it . . . his eyes studied the females every move. One . . . Two . . . NOW!!
The adolescent male sprang up into the air and toward the larger female, his front paws extended, getting ready to take down his prey.
The older fae had a split second to react, but that was all she needed. She rolled out from under the pup and he landed in the dirt. Quickly, she twisted around and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground.
The pup groaned. "Noo!!" His ears flattened against his head and he looked up at his aunt with sadness in his eyes.
"Aw, Claidi you couldn't let him win? Humor him a little . ." a voice said from a distance. It was Ace, the white female's older brother.
The one known as Claidi looked up at her brother and down at her nephew. "No! Nobody is ever going to 'let him win' in a real life situation." She licked the pup's forehead. "Sorry honey, you made too much noise. We'll work on it."
"Osei!!" called another voice, it was his father, Ghost. Claidi stepped back and allowed Osei to escape, sitting back on her haunches afterward. Before Osei met up with his father, he tackled Ace and tugged on his ear. "Osei!" Ace grumbled. He shoved the pup off and shook out his pelt. Laughing, the adolescent pranced off to see what his father needed of him.
Ghost and Blanca had just returned from a hunting trip. He had brought down a white-tailed doe. It was a small doe, but that was okay because Ghost had only intended on hunting for his children. The two adult wolves had grown quite fond of each other, they were almost inseparable. But they didn't love each other as a wolf loved his mate, but more like Osei loved Celeste.
Celeste had already grabbed a nice chunk of meat from the deer and was eating it by herself a few feet away from her father. Osei ran in and snatched up his sister's food and ran away with it.
"Osei!" Celeste yelled, growling and chasing after her stupid pest of a brother. Ghost sighed and shook his head. Blanca laughed.