Back-dated to around April 16th.
Sydney was hunting. It had taken her hours to find prey, and she was further from her den than she liked. To make matters worse, she could only find a large buck who seemed unafraid of her. Her pups had grown quickly, at least two of them. The other two had died shortly after they were born. The wilds were a harsh place for a family like her's, and the cold nights were just too much for the little pups. Only the largest pup, and surprisingly, the runt had survived.
Sydney faced the buck, snarling. She leapt back as it kicked at her, but suddenly, the buck fled. The stamping of hooves faded away, and the valley was eerily quiet. Sydney scented the area for a predator, but there was no danger on the ground. Instead, it came by wing. A loud chopping sound broke the silence. Sydney looked up, spotting the threat. At first, she thought it was a bird. But the size and build of the object quickly proved her wrong. Sydney bolted, running for her life. She felt a stinging sensation on her shoulder, turning around to see a red feather embedded in her fur. Everything started turning black, while Sydney heard unwolflike yelping. The last thing she thought of was her two pups back at her den, before she lost consciousness.
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