She Screamed Once, Then All Was Silent

Raissa walked along through the trees extremely bored. She sniffed the air and only scented stale shit. Literally. She huffed and walked further into the dark woods. She was following the trail of a rabbit when she scented another wolf. Raissa lifted her head and took a deep whif. A male, from the blackfeather pack. She followed it and finally saw the wolf.

He was strong, a thick black coat fitted to his body. He was sniffing around, growling and mumbling to himself. She barely kept herself from laughing as she silently moved up wind of him, purposely so he would smell her and turn around. She sat quietly and waited for him to notice her.