At last - this place seems so much more hospitable. Wow the trees here really are something. Like nothing from my homeland. Tall. Ok tall is impressive but even more impressive is how ancient they must be. Stretching back far beyond the time of his own family. Did they go back to a time before wolves. Or did wolves always exist here. On this evil continent, where even

Anyway time to take stock. I know this is a dangerous place. The Viking wolf Alfrun tried to kill me - some poisonous concoction of herbs and charcoal - if I see her again, well. Who knows what she fed me while I was blacked out, maybe I don't really want to know how her garden grows. What I do know is what does not kill me will make me stronger. If they want me dead on this island, they have made a mistake. Taken on the wrong wolf. I'm stronger now than I've ever been. I feel I just want to fly. Soar above the rest.

I need to start thinking about food though. And rest. I've felt the pain in the morning rain, know my body has taken a pounding as it soaks me to the bone. But these woods look like good hunting grounds. And easier terrain to rest in. Though there are other wolves around. I can smell them.

One things sure I want to live I don't want to die. Maybe I just want to breathe. Take in this earthy air of the forest. These huge ancient trees. Maybe I just don't believe it.

Maybe this is where I'll find someone the same as me. Someone who'll see things others will never see. And the two of us will live forever

It was still early afternoon with the sun shining through the canopy of leaves that hung over her. She had found a soft pillow-like den to nest in for the night and had found it so comfortable that the sun hadn't even woke her. She shifted slightly to look out of the easy hole that stood between her and the outside world. The spring feeling was surely kicking in the door as winter's breath seemed to draw back in until next year. Her black coat blended in perfectly with the shadows of her nest but sadly the rumbling of her stomach would give her away no doubt. Rylee was slowly uncurling her limbs and pushing to her feet when a scent drifted past her nose, Then a sound in her ears. A rabbit was scurrying around outside.

The she-wolf waited, her scent was strong all over this den and she was sure that it would notice long before getting even an inch of the door, but the sound kept getting closer. It was a soft pitter-patter in the old grass that the melted snow had left behind. Then it would stop and munch on something. This was something she knew all to well to indicate that lunch was served. Slowly the black fae poked her head out and saw the little black and white rabbit. Its back was turned to her but it was still way to close to sneak up on it. The only choice she had this moment was to pounce and pray that she was quick enough to catch it.

Her paws dug into the soil beneath them getting ready for the leap she would have to make. Her shoulders and back aligning to ensure that the roof of her den would not cause her to falter and her hips scrunched to give her that strength to make it all the way across the clearing. Then she did it, Her paws pushing off all at the same time and her body springing forward like she was just shot out of a cannon. The only thing she thought she could have done better was making no noise at all. Instead her paws made a very loud scatter of leaves as she left her designated area and sprayed mud everywhere. The rabbit hearing this sprung forward only to get its leg stuck in her jaws.

After a bit of a struggle and a nasty scratch under her eye, Rylee finally had her meal. Her jaws crunching eagerly through the flesh of her prey and gulping down all that she could. Blood coated the air around her easily and probably spread out a bit but she didn't care. She had searched this place last night and no scents had been here for a while. So as per usual she continued to feast with no cares in the world.

Blood. Its smell distinctive. Blood. Its smell addictive. Blood. The thing that has the power to excite any wolf. Blood. A primeval force stronger than reason. Stronger than thought. Blood. Though I might not like it, its still got the power over me.

A trail of blood leads across the floor of the forest. Incongruous technicolour against the sombre brown and green. Someone has killed something here just moments ago. Whatever I was thinking a moment ago I have forgotten. All there is is a trail of blood. Its hotwired into my brain.

Blood. Its blood of some prey. But is there wolf blood in the air too? The blood of some wolf? Its faint but it hangs on the air like the smell of woodsmoke before a forest fire. I might need to be careful here.

Blood. The smell of it makes you forget caution. Blood. Means so much. A full belly yes. But also a concluded chase. A vanquished foe. A life ending.

A long time since I had to kill prey myself. Back in my old country I had others to do the killing. I took the spoils, and plentiful they were. But it was me who decided to give this up. Now the rules were different.

Blood. And yet the rules were the same as they had always been. The taste of blood from a fresh kill. You never forget that taste. Served to an accompaniment of death. Mixed with the sound of a victims terrified last moments. The sight of a living creature being ripped apart. Blood - gateway to these sensual horrors and delights.

Killing would be easy. I know that. Even if I have not had to do it for myself. Once I tasted blood killing will be so easy.

But lets just try and think - overcome the scattered blood stench that fills my nostrils. Whatever has killed here, and I know it is another wolf, has killed recently. They will still be devouring their victim. Chance for me to take some as tribute perhaps. Or fool them into pitying me. Either way there's no need for me to play at chasing rabbits just yet. Takes too much energy when you can get others to kill for you.

Blood. Follow the trail. Blood - the easiest marker in the world.

Yes up ahead. There. Devouring the freshly killed rabbit. A female. Lone too. Should be easy to intimidate into giving me some of her catch.

And not in good condition too. She looks like she needs that rabbit. And been in a few fights too. With luck she will just hand over some food. I shouldn't even need to snarl. Well that's the plan

I'm going to just walk right over and see what happens.