blooding the hounds of hell - round six

Round Five will end Sunday, September 13th.

the pain that wracked his body was nigh unto unbearable, and his mind, in a frantic attempt to quit the agony, began to dissociate. hazily he watched from above the frantic lunges of the wolves roundabout, the cries of his children; he breathed in the pine-needle scent of blue willow's pelt and heard the worried intonation of her rich voice, but he did not recognize the words.

all at once the beta male's consciousness was drawn roughly back into his corporeal form; he grunted in exhaustion, one murkwater eye fixing itself desperately upon his mate. lips parted to speak; the elk must be killed before it hurt another of their kith.