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Hardened paw pads beat the ground in perfect rhythm as the raven alpha wolf made her way through the Storm trees. Her trees. They reeked of her and her pack. It was, simultaneously, comforting and disturbing to have the scent of her wafting in and out of the trees. The soothing calm of it was that it was her safehouse, her place in the world where she had belonged for nearly two years, and would belong forever. The alpha was four now, and would ascend to old age living in this territory. To die elsewhere, cold and alone, would be most unfortunate for her.
Overcoming her sudden unprecedented fear of contact with the rest of the world was going to be difficult. Stormy did not know why she had become an introverted antisocial bitch all of a sudden, she did not know why she had become like that, but she did not enjoy it and found it, to be perfectly honest, disturbing. Frightening, any adjective could be used. It did not matter though, because she was coming out of her shell, coming around. Whatever emotional damage she had suffered in the past was over, now and forever. She would not allow herself to simply slip away. There were wolves that depended on her, there were wolves that needed here.
As she made her way over to the stream that cut straight through the Storm territory, her chartreuse eyes picked their way among the browns and dark colors that shone even in the bright sunlight. It was late afternoon, and the air had a rich scent of pine and life to it. The scent was one the sable she-wolf had not noted for so long. It was refreshing. Her claws dug into the loose dirt and rocks as she half-slid and half-walked down the steep bank. A graceful leap landed her lithe body atop a log on the shore of the shallow but lovely stream, and her eyes found themselves locked into the eternity of themselves.
Stormy thought that she had pretty eyes; others had told her so as well. A slight grin broke at the edges of her lips as a lock of her fur fell earthward. She grumbled, and whirled around, facing a tree. She threw herself at it, and rubbed her whole body up and down six or seven times, her head tilted back as she growled softly, pleasured intensely by the rough bark raking the clumps of dead winter fur that fell from her in heaps. When she finished she panted softly, wagging her tail back and forth happily. This pure animal instinct, this was what she was supposed to feel. Thinking was not her bit, she just wanted to be happy and walk in the sunshine again.
Denial was unfortunate, but it happened, and on this sunset the raven alpha denied her very own thought. She denied that she could think. She wanted to be whole and real again. To reject her most basic thought was to revert to the even more simplistic carnal thought, something she relished. It was rare that she could become so content as to become a real animal again, it was simply so... unlikely. A sigh rose from her throat, and she shrugged her shoulders slightly, the raven fur reflecting ebony-blue in the orange light from the dying sun.
Her feet carried her expertly across the stream, avoiding the sharp rocks and dangers that lurked beneath the crystal-clear waters. She was not thirsty, nor was she very hungry. In all honesty, though she denied this, Stormy felt the pang of loneliness, a pure, unfiltered emotion that broke through the thin veil of primal "emotion" she had shrouded her mentality with. She was just weird, that was all, and the loneliness broke through the black like morning's first light. The sable lupine padded softly up the side of a gently rolling and sloping knoll, her head low. When she crested the top, her rear settled to the ground and her haunches curled up around her sides, her ears pricked forward as she watched the lowest part of Storm. The grassland.
There. Two figures moved amongst the grass playfully, not caring a jot about the amount of noise they made or what they did. Curiosity sparked within the raven alpha, and she bolted forward, abandoning caution for eagerness. The ghostlike figures weaved in and out of each other, and moved through the grass as though it were nothing, though in parts it was deeper than Stormy's head was tall. Her feet padded against the thick grass, crunching it underfoot. For most of the territory, it was barely above her ankles, a sea of shimmering green, but in parts it grew like bamboo, tall enough to measure up to trees.
They weren't real, she could see that much plainly, for they carried no scent and no sound echoed from their paws. When she approached, both turned round entirely, and she could see that they were translucent. What were they? She had no idea. Their eyes were the only opaque body parts about them, and they were intensely colored, almost as intensely colored as her own lime-green orbs. Stormy was unafraid, but both of the ghost-wolves seemed taken aback by her mere presence. She flicked an ear, looking from one to the other, and slowly a grin spread across their faces, as they whirled about and darted away from her.
She gave chase, bounding after them and leaping and playing, her feet uncaring who saw her or if these creatures were even real. Happiness had overtaken, and the sun shone smiles on her heart and her soul. They darted this way and that way, leaping and dodging each other, the black wolf and the pallid, translucent ghost wolves. When night fell, the three of them fell in a heap, Stormy on the bottom with the two ghost-wolves "atop" her. They were both weightless and their presence would have gone unnoticed. Panting heavily, Sie lifted her head, looking from one to the other. Her pink tongue hung lazily from the side of her mouth. Darkness had begun to fall, however, and as the sunlight disappeared so did the wolves, until all that remained were the opaque eyes, till even they faded. At the last possible second of life for both the ghostwolves, they looked to the left, causing Stormy to knock her surefooted mind off balance, shooting a glance to the left as well, as the eyes finally disappeared.
There, laying in wait, was a very pregnant deer. She had noticed Stormy, but lay unable to move, due to what might have been labor pains, or might have been exhaustion. A grin spread across her face as she turned to thank the ghost-wolves, but they were gone. Her eyes darted this way and that, a cricked tail expressing her worry. Whoever they were, they were gone. A whine of disappointment escaped her throat, but she shrugged it off and approached the deer cautiously, well aware that she could still kick in the throes of pain. It barely moved, only stared at her with the big doe eyes.
When she pounced and her teeth descended on the neck to snap it, it made no sound, only collapsed in what might have been relief. Had Stormy been remotely able to tell, she would have realized that the child had impacted itself somewhere inside and simply was not coming out, and the deer had been in labor for well over three days. Wagging her tail happily, the raven alpha tore at the stomach of the deer, spilling out the stillborn deer child. Grumbling softly as she dragged the carcass away from the uterine fluids, thoughts of the pack struck her head. She hoped they might smell the blood and the death, and they might come to her.
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Almight Taa's Edit Fixed your height. So it was easier to read. oO; And really. Clean up your table HTML. XD You were missing closing tags.