

The scent of the forest suffocated the air, drowning out the stench of death that greeted the decaying prey. The blood had seeped into the ever absorbent ground, turning the dirt red beneath white paws. The wolf that stood before the body was large but slender, her orange and white pelt gleaming where the sun danced across it in shadowed waves. She had blood dripping from her maw, her brilliant green eyes dancing with pleasure at the hunt she had successfully ended. She would be fed for several days, engoraging herself on the ripeness of the fresh meat.
Just like that, the moist, meaty scent disappeared, replaced only by the harsh scent of the pack just outside her den. Paws shuffled on the cool ground and hushed voices danced through the air, filling the silence of her den with the soft music of her pack. She huffed, rolling to the side in an attempts to drown out the waking morning, she was not ready to get up, her muscles sore from a failed hunt the day before, her paws aching from the cold. She turned her head upwards, her pink tongue sliding from her maw to lap at the soreness before she stretched her muscles, each one snapping and popping in response to her movements.
When at last the orange and white she-wolf rolled back onto her stomach, the sun had risen higher, leaving the world coated in a brilliant yellow rather than drowned in grey. She enjoyed the sun more than she enjoyed the gloom of the shadows yet she refused to tell a single wolf this small fact. She stretched her paw slightly, spreading her toes until she felt the familiar sting of muscles pulling, conforming and then she stood. Her back brushed lightly against the roof of her den, her slender frame was tall and somewhat intimidating, yet she was too slender to ever be mistaken for a warrior. Her legs were lean not muscled yet she held strength there, enough to give her an upper hand in battle, should she ever need it. Her pelt was a pale white with ginger orange markings, giving her a unique look. Despite the way her pelt stood out against her surroundings, she found ways to blend in. She had large ears giving her great hearing and bright green eyes, leaving her with an almost otherworldly stare.
She slid from the opening in her den, sunlight cascading across her pelt, her tail curling in excitement for the day ahead. She twitched her nostrils, her green eyes skimming the bodies moving carefully through the camp. Hungry wolves, but not starving, for that she was grateful. The kappa’s tended to keep the food supply relatively stable, though in winter and occasionally late fall, the supply often fell and wolves went hungry for longer than a day, but in summer, food was plentiful and no one went hungry, not even the omegas. As she thought on this small fact, her eyes traced two of her hunters, one with a coat of ebony and the other a coat almost of snow flecked with light greys. She licked her maw carefully before turning to search out the last of her current hunter, Celeste, the wolf with the red pelt, but she couldn’t seem to find her in the commotion of the pack.
She approached the two newest kappas, her tail held high in a show of subtle dominance. She expected ears back and when she approached, though she didn’t often ask for much beyond that, not with her kappas. She needed to maintain an air of respect, not fear, with her fellow kappas, she needed their loyalty and their trust over their submission, but she didn’t need that from any other pack member. A group of hunters without trust and respect was no better than a group of pups fighting over a scrap of meat on a cold winter morning, useless. Communication was key in hunts, it was key in most of life’s interactions but without the silent communication of the hunt, kappas would never succeed in feeding their pack, and so when she approached her two kappas she did not snarl, did not raise her lips to expose her dangerous canines, and did not raise her hackles in a show of aggression. Her tail stayed raised and her eyes danced just enough to express her superiority as lead kappa.
The two turned to her with brazen eyes and she felt the twinge that often occurred when she felt the need to remind others of their place, yet she bit it back, for to controlled to let her aggression get the best of her. “We will hunt soon, rest up before we head out” she remarked. She dropped her head only slightly in a show of respect but still kept her eye contact, her way of keeping her place. She turned from them, her tongue escaping her maw momentarily to run along her jowls. No one said a word to her as she walked through the pack, her ears swiveling to catch hints of conversations made out in the eerie morning light. Her green eyes danced across one of the epsilions, his coat a brilliant red mixed with tinges of cream. She flicked her tail in a manner of greeting but she didn’t stop in her movements. She needed to speak with her brother, she needed to find Celeste. She was a lead wolf and it was her duty to ensure the kappas did what they were meant to and that the alpha knew the whereabouts of his pack.







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