Minutes to midnight

Working quickly, The white wolf cut through much of the flesh. Tying it into folds of the stolen coat he wore over his shoulders. The long shadows of the night added depth to the world around him, and he felt uneasy. This territory was unfamiliar to him, and every noise could be the approach of an enemy. His work was sloppy. So much so, that if his mother had been there she would have smacked him. Steady, boy. Hone your hands and your mind if you're to be of any use to us. The echo of her words chased him, and he found himself glancing upwards. Towards where she would have stood over him. But of course, there was no one there. She was dead, and gone. He had no doubts, he had seen her lifeblood mixed with the long threads of her intestines. She would chastise him no more.

He finished cutting through a hind leg, and was considering his retreat when a growl startled him. He whirled, fangs already bared. He moved partly over his prize. Protective and possessive of what he had stolen. He wouldn’t give it up. He couldn’t. “Back off, upstart” He growled, his gravelly voice low and cold. Barely above the timber of a growl. But it was too late, the dark, glow-toned wolf was already closing the distance. Zeroing in on Strai as if he would never back off. Strai took another step forward, bringing himself over the deer and into the wolf's pace. It was all he had time for before his enemy closed in. He felt the weight of the other wolf against him, and his own teeth aimed for the dark wolf's shoulder. Mouth open and ready to do some damage.

"Speech"