The devil you know

The moon was a pale thing, high in the wintery sky as the lilac wolf stepped through the deep snow. One paw after another, head down as she concentrated on the most important thing of all. Moving. She knew if she succumbed to the alluring warmth of the snow beneath her she wouldn't open her eyes again. Her steps were staggered, uneven things. Her zigzag course was highlighted by ruby red, crimson and stark against the white snow.  


Harder yet to see was the white creature that stalked the plains behind her. Invisible against the pale terrain as it came ever closer. Chasing the scent of blood.


the blood stained girl made it a few more feet before her bidding betrayed her. She stumbled, and hit the snow hard. Instead of rising, she lay there, panting in the cold. A flurry of heavy paws sounded behind her, and then pain. Agonising pain,  so much worse then the whips that had scoured her back and legs. She screamed once, loud and hoarse, and fell silent.