crackle of life

Lips peeled back, a snarl erupting from the jaws of a young wolf as she stared daggers at the rump of a pig that escaped her clutches. Brows were brought together and her lips pulled back so far that her whole face was nothing but wrinkling skin. She was peeved at failing yet another hunt this morning, the lack of rain combined with heat really affecting her performance. How long had it even been since she had a decent meal and not scraps of what used to be a living creature? In an attempt to dismiss the failure, as anyone would hate to admit such a thing happened to them, she whipped around and scampered off into the vegetation.

After some time the earth-hued female would reappear in another section of the island, the northern end with towering trees. Her head was held low to the ground, green eyes sweeping across the little vegetation and nostrils flaring as she gathered any sort of scent of prey. Her steps were slow and placed carefully upon the ground, moving with purpose.

“speech”