Sweet Talk

The nip on the back of her neck had her whirling but her mother's dark face was in front of her. Her voice broke through the swimming red soaked haze. She blinked wildly through a fading snarl on her lips as she finally realized the bear was dead and they had won! She couldn't control the way her lungs were heaving but as her mother pulled her in against her, the warmth of her mother's leg, though sticky and slick with gore, helped ease the ache and frenetic energy in her chest.

She panted through her devilish grin as her mother praised her. Wait until she tells her brothers and sisters about this! She killed a bear with Momma! She was completely soaked through, the only thing visible through the blood was her liquid gold eyes half-lidded and ready for a nap. She didn't realize the overwhelming bloodlust wasn't really a normal thing or something other wolves didn't experience. She thought it was all part of the hunt and the kill! Part of the thrill! Why wasn't Momma as tired as she was? She leaned her head on her mother's foreleg. That was nice. Her energy spent she felt a serene calm overcome her body. Something she hadn't experienced much before. Her body didn't need to move, her mind wasn't a constant static. It was bliss.

"Hmmf...thissh-nicemomma" She murmured. Save the bloodlust for the living enemies.