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The black mud was eating her.
I was eating her paws, and everytime she took a step it would bite her paws again. Vada was not happy about this. She didn't like the black mud, as it was very rude. She begun walking faster toward dry ground, until the was running, she was sprinting. But the black mud grabbed her paws and slowed her down, so Vada went faster. 

The wolfdog collapsed in a panting heap on the nice mud, the one that didn't eat her. She was covered in mud, dead vegitation, and other marsh-like objects, and she truly looked like something dead, laying motionlessly on the knoll. Perhaps a passing wolf would find her tasty. Since her freedom, she had been heading in the same direction, though why she could not tell. She needed to get somewhere, and somewhere needed her to get to it.

Mortar will find her tasty ^_^

He had been traveling non-stop, it seemed, since he had risen from hibernation. He didn't know why his body had woken him up at all, seeing as how there was no food to be eaten except for fish. He liked fish, but he needed more. His body was thinning when it should have been growing with muscle and fast. Instead, it began to consume itself to stay alive. Ironic, isn't it?

But, fate may have just helped him out a little. He paused, hiding partially behind a tree as a wolf tried to fight against mud. Mortar didn't recognize the thick black substance as it didn't look like normal mud. Apparently, it didn't act like it either. He watched her struggle until she was finally out, exhausted and lying in a heap. Now was his chance. 

He pushed off with his back legs, running towards her. She wasn't moving, and it was his desperate hope that she wasn't strong enough to run away from him. He knew she wouldn't be strong enough to win against him, no matter what damage she tried to inflict. Hunger was the driving force, and right now, it was headed straight for the she-wolf.

If she wasn't a sacrifice, I would totally let you eat her- however, a gory death awaits. Also, feel free to eat her tail if you would like!

Vada spoke in a garbled tone to herself, not noticing the big not-dog. She heard and felt his footprints, however, and her orange eyes snapped open. She gave a howling screech, lunging to her feet with a wobble. She was slow to react, however, and when she finally begun to run, her pale tail waved mere inches from the not-dog's face. Her feet gained purchase on the soil and she shifted into high gear, feet pummelling the earth as she fought to larger the small gap between bear and wolf.

The wolf finally seemed to come to, to the bear's dismay. He was hoping for an easy meal. As the wolf was slow to rise and run, he continued to hope it till would be. His jaws open in a bear yell, ready to chomp down on whatever he could get his teeth onto. 

She was already turning and running, however, so the only thing he could grab was her tail. If he got that, he would hold on to it and try to drag her back towards him. He began to slip on the mud in an effort to keep her from running away. It prevented his front paws from coming up to swipe at the potential meal. If he raised even one leg, he would loose his balance, and he couldn't afford that.

Nom nom on tail!

Ouch.
Vada felt a deep sense of hurt in her poor, pale tail, and emitted an earsplitting yowling noise, like a cat would make. Jaws had clamped around her flag, and she would not have it. The pain grew, and grew, and Vada fought tooth and claw against the earth, propelling herself onwards...
And she ran. There had been an odd noise, a release, and now she was free. Vada went running, flat-out againt the marshy dirt, making for dryer land as fast as possible. Oddly, something felt like it was missing, like she had forgotten something. What, she did not realize immedietly, had been her tail. Or most of it, anyway.

He held on to the tail, growling through it in his mouth. The wolf would not give in, however, and choose to loose her tail instead of her life. When it released from her body, it threw him back on his haunches, and he watched her run away, her tail, or at least part of it, dangling from his unrelenting jaws. Blood dripped onto his chest as he watched his meal run for her life, knowing there was no catching her now. 

But, at least he had a little treat. There was next to zero meat on this part of the tail, as it consisted mostly of bone and fur, but it would be something to gnaw on. The effects of today's catch, and the wolf's loss, would stay with her long after this tail was done decaying in the mud where Mortar would leave it when he was done with it.