Dark Nights

The males mocha colored coat made it seem more like a dark chocolate color. The nights mystical surroundings was something that the male hated sometimes. Whenever light usually came around, he would stay in the shadows. Whenever he would come out into the light was to get breakfast or dinner, and then would go right back into the darkness of his cave. The fireflies flew around him with their small lights twinkling and swarming around. Feral would snap down onto some of the bugs as when he would get one, a small crunch would be heard, and the bugs blood would coat his white teeth. His red eye would shine slightly as no pupil or iris coated the orb. His other eye would shine slightly also, but, he was not always a good guy. He was to some of the ladies and pups, but when it came to males, he was more of a dark male and would love to fight them, even if he lost something.

"To think this is a wolf territory now," He spoke to himself as a devilish grin came over him. His black muzzle and legs, and tail were now getting darker as night had soon covered the sky with darkness. Everything that Feral liked about the night was when there were no moon, or stars covering it. He may be the dark one of this pack, but he didn't care. He didn't care how they judged him, he just wanted to start over, and perhaps even raise a family one of these days.

His tail swished slightly when he soon spotted a nice sized buck graze in the meadows of Firefly Lake. He began to crouch and move slowly, soon coming close to the deer. He stood perfectly still when the buck would raise it's head, then go right back to grazing. When Feral was in the proper position, he leaped and snapped down onto the deer's neck. snapping it as the life slowly drained from the animal's body.

"Wish someone would help you, huh?" Feral spoke to the deer as it's eyes started to become all white and death was taking over. "It's quite a shame for you." Feral chuckled viciously and began to munch on his new kill. His muzzle and teeth were starting to become stained from the crimson liquid of the buck. Feral howled out into the night as some crows flew by and began to eat some of the kill. His crow sat on his shoulder and dug into the brute's flesh. Feral snarled as the crow leaped down and tore a few strips of meat from the kill and joined his master in the feast. When it was finished, Feral started to walk onward, wondering if there was a wolf that he could meet to allow him to join the pack.