The wheel breaks the butterfly

The girl’s built to run and, when the older woman barks and scatters the herd, Terra does just what is made to do. Long legs churn, her light frame making it easy to weave around startled deer as she rockets toward the one that is flagged as their target. Grunts ring out as her earthen-hued form races through the trees, nimbly leaping over small trunks that lay on their sides in her path. Blood pounds in her ears, reminding the girl that is alive and sending excitement zipping along her nerves.

Soon, all that is left before her is their chosen doe and Terra does not have to wait long for the more experienced wolf to arrive. Putting on one more burst of speed, she races up behind the doe and lashes out. Teeth latch onto the back leg, above the ankle joint and she throws all her weight into her hind end while snapping her head up and to the side. An audible snap, rings out and the deer grunts as it pitches forward, squirming in the girl’s grip. She does not release her hold on the leg, as she waits for the woman to end the doe’s struggling.


"Terra Qilaq"