Sunbeam Lair We all gaze at the stars

Oop, was waiting for others. ^___^

There was blood, there was the desperate wailing of the once-magnificent stag, and then the faltering stumbling of its hooves. Perhaps there were other wolves on the prey too, perhaps there was not, but Noctura obeyed his Alpha's order and made that final blow. It wasn't the brutality of the event that would later bother Noctura (who was, after all, an experienced hunter... not to mention a wild wolf), but rather the way his mind went so blank and red when he hunted. He seemed so in control, but he wasn't. And so, later, after the pack feasted and they were warm from good food and a team success, Noctura would think about ways he could finally guide and channel his own instincts.