Hunger

The swans he had been stalking all morning were beginning to get irritated. They knew they were being watched but they didn't know from where, Ferdie Von Pelt lay hunkered down he finally having followed them to their nest. He was so close to it that the birds were agitated and jumpy. When a howl sounded off close by they both turned to face it. In that instant Ferdie trust his head out and snapped up one of the birds by the neck ending it's life without so much of a sound, quickly he drug it backward and out of the nest spot. The mate of the bird squawked and threw it's wings open; it was torn wither to protect the nest or itself. Ferdie used it's indecision to his advantage and leapt forward yet again. He landed on the bird, The other waterfowl began to fly away first startled by the howl then the screams of the swan. The thing tried to flail from Ferdies grasped but the brute had it's wings pinned below his paws. it bit savagely at him and grabbed his ear as he grabbed it's long slender throat and crushed it in his jaws. Then pulled it up from below him breaking it's wing in the process. The swan was dead. Ferdie dropped the bird next to it's mate and looked down at the nest, there were four large eggs, they were cooling and would suffer without a parent to raise them, Ferdie almost shrugged and picked up each one in turn and ate the eggs whole, shell and all, half formed chicks inside along with some egg whites that would help his well groomed pelt shine made the four eggs a rather hearty meal.

His belly full he moved over to his other two catches and scooped both up by the neck, just like that an entire family was wiped out. But the predator had no idea the damage he had done to the genetic gene pool, nor did he care. Now it was time to investigate just what that noise had been. Ferdie trotted about the pond rather then threw it, he hated to get wet, wet meant his pelt might matt and matted pelt was unsightly.

He came upon the two females having a rather one-sided conversation. He either he didn't realize that one was a hybrid and the other of strange genetic background or he just didn't care. Their background and looks did not phase this male he made no mention of it. He knew that both may have had a life time of ridicule for it and wished not to plant more upon them. So he disregarded their differences as if they were nothing out of the ordinary. He set the birds down one was nearly a pack member and deserved the food he had caught the other was a female and he had need of surrounding himself with females for the time being so he nudged the bird toward her though he was still on shore. He looked at her then then the swan, wordlessly offering her the kill.

You eat too Kodokuna he nudged the bird other toward her. Then backed up a step to give both of them room to eat without guilt. Out here in lands that were not his packlands, not his territory; he did not need to command submission, even though he still expected it from his pack members he was not so rigid about it, nor would he be over bearing with females on most accounts anyway. That was until he a found a mate and in turn would forsake all other feminine attention.
That he was a loyal wolf to the core and his loyalty toward a chosen mate would be absolute.