to the depths

The stress of oncoming pups was getting to him. Without a parent to confide in, he wasn’t sure how to handle it all. Who was to calm his nerves? To tell him they would be alright? That he would be a better father than the one he had never even met? These thoughts ran through his mind even as he emerged from the depths of the water onto a nearby island. The heat of summer quickly dried his salt and sand fur as he wandered around the shore.

Quiet, sullen, and feeling rather… frustrated? That wasn’t the right word, but he couldn’t quite place a paw on it. Unsure of his emotions, Ghoul was thankful for the sudden scent of coyotes. There also was an undeniable scent of female, but he wasn’t worried about other wolves. The pack of coyotes was an answer to an outlet for his frustrations… That dark and brooding cloud that hovered over his head begged to have a release.

Without alerting the other wolf that he was there, Ghoul ran through shallow water and clumpy sand. His fur bristled and shoulders hunched, lips raising up to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth. A growl rumbles in his chest as he lunges for the nearest coyote. Grabbing it by the hind leg, he thrashes his head and tosses it rag doll style into the water. He lets his gaze flicker momentarily to the young girl before moving on to the next one.