Breathe Sweet Child

Malia was sitting happily near the den on the range that she called home. It had been a week, maybe two even since she was accepted into the pack, and still she had only met and talked to Loccian. She needed to talk to more wolves and find out how they all got there. After all, she did love to ask the personal questions. She promptly stood up and gave a shake to her pelt before sneaking through the area. Her nose keeping track of what scents went where, she was a navigator after all. Her eyes were completely focused and for a while, she was dead serious. She only seemed to be serious when she knew something important was happening or when she was hunting; it was how she was raised.


She caught the faintest scent of rabbit, but as she drew closer to the scent she realized it was a group of arctic hares that were getting ready to start off their day. The early bird, or wolf, really does catch the worm, or hares. She told herself in a serious tone. She narrowed her eyes and raised her back haunches. She prepared to leap and then she flew off into the air. She caught two hares that were extremely close by when she landed and she swiftly took them out. Then she took the life of three others with her cunning wits and her speed. It was a side of herself she only showed when she was hungry or needed to hunt for others, but without it, she wouldn't have a single bit of child left in her.