Redhawk Caldera oh won't you take me home. [m]

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saddest puppy ever come to play!

It was cold. SO cold. It was a cold that Kamikaze hadn't felt since she was a tiny puppy suckling at her dead mother's teets with her similarly starving siblings. That was a time she really hadn't remembered before now when she was trudging through the snow. She'd spent her days since the crash cuddling up against trees and rocks for shelter, eating little more than sticks and snow for sustenance. Needless to say, she was weak. So weak. And yet, she kept going, if for no other reason than.. what else was she to do?

At the very forefront of her mind the entire time was her masters. The scientists at the labs had done unspeakable things to her, and yet, they were the only ones who'd ever stayed in her life for a long enough period of time for her to form an attachment to them, as wrong and twisted as that was. She missed them, she spent each night dreaming of them, and she spent every day pushing herself onward so that she could find them. They were her home, her family, and the only reason she continued to exist for some sick logic told her that they missed her and needed her just as desperately as she needed them.

Little Kamikaze had no idea how impressive it was just how far she'd traveled. Impressive, and yet horrible, for she now found herself sitting within the boundaries of a wolf pack, staring up at the cliffs that outlined their inner sanctum. She was thin and ragged, mere inches from death. And yet, she still had no idea of her state of being. She just wanted to be home, and ever so naively she holed and thought that maybe this was how she got there.

It had been nearly two weeks since the fight with the lynx and Peregrine finally felt well enough to take longer walks around the caldera. As he set out toward his first patrol in a while, he wondered if ingesting some of Fox's milk (whilst doting upon her weepy nips) had somehow helped heal and strengthen him. He began to chuckle, then laugh out loud, his voice booming over the snowy slopes as he gingerly picked his way to the foot of the misshapen mountain. Milk did a body good, right?

The sight of something strange sitting smack dab in the red zone wiped the smile right off his face. He paused, eyes narrowing even as his nostrils flared. Was this an intruder? Or possibly prey? Perhaps a bit of both? The scent that filled his nostrils didn't give him many answers. It was incredibly strange to him, almost... offensive. There were distinct layers of weakness, illness and imminent death woven into the peculiar smell. He was at once strangely repulsed and intrigued.

It looked like the mutant bastard child of a wolf and a fox (the irony of that did not escape him). Proximity brought no clarity. Even when Peregrine came to stand over the odd canine (of some sort), he couldn't identify it. But he felt a familiar lust rising in his blood as saliva pooled in his mouth. He meant to open it to ask the strange critter a question, perhaps to ask its name or if it was from this planet, but instead the Alpha found himself attacking it with a sudden gnashing of his teeth.

Kami sat shivering in the cold, making sad eyes up at the cliffs just ahead of her. How was she supposed to climb them? The better question was probably why did she feel like she needed to, but the answer to that was just as simple as it was completely lacking in logic - if she climbed it, her masters would be pleased with her accomplishment and come take her home.

Before she could even take a step though, a sudden rushing of footsteps drew her attention to a black shadow that was sprinting towards her. The mottled terrier's eyes widened in surprise and fear as she caught sight of the glimmer of dagger-like teeth, showing beneath angrily peeled back lips. Terror kept her still as the predator swiftly closed the distance between them. Instinct suddenly and just in time forced the dog to flop backwards onto her spine in the snow with a pitiful, shrieking whine, exposing her belly in a desperate attempt to save her own pathetic, miserable life.

In response to his rush, the strange creature flopped onto its—her, he mentally corrected—back, a sign of total submission and surrender. It gave Peregrine pause because he knew that language (body language, that is) so well and it was hard to ignore. Suddenly, he began wondering if killing this small beast would be equivalent to cannibalism. He had no qualms slaying coyotes and foxes but they rarely behaved this way. They either fought or fled; they did not submit.

He backed off, licking his lips and staring at the weak, trembling terrier. Well, if she was some sort of peculiar wolf, then she was trespassing. He didn't have to eat her but it was still his prerogative to kill her. After reasoning this out with himself, Peregrine renewed his attack, aiming to slice that exposed belly with his wild, wicked fangs.

For a brief, magical second, Kamikaze thought what she'd done had saved her life - that she wasn't going to die, not yet. The black beast slowed to a stop to study her. She whined eagerly, desperately, her tail suddenly beginning to wag frantically against the snow. She had never been close to any of her cell mates at the lab, but in her desperation, she was willing to take anything, to do anything to feel the warmth of another's affection.

But what she felt upon her belly was not the sweet, loving rub she missed desperately from her time at the shelter. It was teeth - sharp and warm, slicing into her vulnerable stomach. She shrieked in terror and began to flail her limbs wildly, kicking and scratching and now biting at his face. An animal less desperate, less naive might have known that her life was over already. But Kamikaze did not know death, just as she had never truly known survival.

Please tell me if you mind the PP and I can edit! :)

His fangs sank into her soft, tender flesh like a chef's knife into a perfectly-cooked filet mignon. Blood gushed into his mouth and he grinned wickedly. The expression was short-lived, however, as the strange beast began flailing at him so wildly that it forced him to let go and backpedal. He did not go far, just arching his neck—and, more notably, his still-healing shoulders—out of the dog's reach.

"Hold still, you silly bitch," he reprimanded her, wondering if his voice would have any effect. Rather than risk her bucking limbs again, he circled around to her front. Had he paused for any length of time, he would have been looking into her face upside down. But he didn't. As soon as he maneuvered himself and found the perfect angle, Peregrine dove again, aiming now for that pale throat.

I don't mind in the least ^^

As the wolf pulled away from her, Kamikaze stared in terror at the blood that stained his muzzle - her blood. It wasn't that she'd never seen her own blood before. She'd seen it many, many times in her life, being a victim of lab experimentation. She'd never seen it in this way before, though - viciously slathered across a demonic, hungry face. The terror paralyzed her mentally, but physically she continued to attempt to scramble to her paws and escape.

There would be no escape for the terrier, though. Even as he was circling her and she whipped over onto her torn belly, she remained woefully unaware of how to guard herself against the attack that any other animal would have known was coming. As the black monster moved, Kami looked pleadingly right up at him, giving him a clear shot at her throat, which he did not hesitate to take.

His jaws wrapped around her gullet, then tightened. He felt the little ridges of her neck bones and the subtle thrum of her pulse. Then his teeth were pressing into her flesh, then through it. Peregrine growled savagely as his fangs buried themselves in her jugular, releasing a veritable flood of blood into his mouth. He did not let go, however; instead, he lifted her partially off the ground and began to wring her like she was some sort of rag doll.

Maybe things would have turned out better for the terrier if she had had the courage to step out of her cage when that big dog had opened the door for her. Perhaps she would have followed him and joined the band of mutilated dogs that were off tormenting different packs across the Wilds. Hell, given the fate that had befallen the weak little dog, it would have been kinder to let her freeze to death in her kennel. Even better would have been for her to have died in the crash. Unfortunately, none of those things had were to be her fate. This was instead:

The monster had not an ounce of mercy for its quarry, a fact that sweet, trusting, innocent Kamikaze didn't understand even as she was being lifted into the air and shaken like a dusty old rag. She fought still, kicked and squealed and scratched, up until the moment her neck snapped and she fell perfectly limp in the beast's jaws. As her body crashed back down into the snow, she stared out at the fading world, still holding pathetically to that one most desperate desire in her heart - where were her masters? And then she died.

I'm so sorry, Kami. *cuddles her* ;~~~;

Somewhere in there, her neck broke. Peregrine wouldn't have noticed except that her body went suddenly limp. He stopped shaking her, letting her hind feet drag on the ground for a moment before he opened his mouth and dropped the body unceremoniously onto the snow. Blood pooled around her gored neck as her eyes grew glassy. Peregrine licked his lips and watched the life fade from her body.

He didn't know what to do with the carcass. Eating it seemed inappropriate (he thought vaguely of ye old conversation with Pura about cannibalism), though he stood there a long time, deliberating. If it was a coyote or fox, he would have eaten it without batting an eyelash; it was only eating fellow wolves that turned his stomach. And this couldn't really be a wolf, could it?

In the end, he plucked up the terrier by her shredded throat and began to carry her uphill, toward the Alphas' den. If Peregrine couldn't bring himself to eat the dog meat, then perhaps Fox wouldn't have the same qualms. She could definitely use the nutrition and it would be a shame if it went to waste.

I just thought of something: what if she has weird chemicals in her blood/skin and @Fox eats her and the babies come out radiactove mutants?!?! DUN DUN DUUUN!!!