Wolf Wars

AAAAAH-OOOOOOOOH!

Naomi ran quickly, putting as much distance between the Krum grounds and herself as possible. She and her pack always fled into the wilderness, but now they had a responsibility. Elijah was kind enough to give them lodgings, but during the full moon, they were to be neither seen nor heard. So she and her trusted pack fled as quickly as possible, for once taking someone else's circumstances into consideration before their own whims.

They crossed a small mountain, and ran through a river. They took chase to a herd of deer and took one down, quickly eating their fill before hurrying on. After an hour or so of straight running, Naomi barked at the others to stop. She slowed and sat, reaching down to pick a rock from between her toes while they nervously wandered the clearing.

Morrigan froze, her nostrils flaring as she picked up a scent nearby in the forest. Shortly afterwards, she heard the bark of another werewolf. Morrigan's lips lifted in a snarl. The werewolf side of her dismissed the scent, but the human part of Morrigan knew it well, and she cared.

The scent now playing across her sensitive snout was that of a little flea-biter who was the daughter of Fenrir. The little skank had turned her back on her father and his cause. She would pay for the disrespect shown to her hero, Fenrir Greyback. It was merely a matter of convincing the wolf in her that Naomi was prey.

Morrigan delved into the wolfish part of her mind, sinking into it like teeth into flesh. This is our territory. They are trespassers. They shouldn't be here. They will take our prey. Our kill!

Morrigan sensed that the wolf began to respond. Her breath became more labored, and she sensed the wolf's rage accumulating to match that of her own. Morrigan turned towards the clearing, her and the wolf's goal now one and the same. They would teach these intruders a lesson.

A threatening snarl rose from within the trees surrounding the small clearing, where Naomi's pack was wandering around within the clearing. The b*tch herself was off a small ways apart from the others, chewing on the pad of her paw. Morrigan emerged from the cover of the trees, ignoring the other wolves around her. Her eyes were fixed on Naomi, the fur along her hackles sticking straight in the air. Morrigan panted in anticipation, hot sticky saliva running down her chin.

Naomi had just about worked the rock out of her paw when a scent wafted towards her. She froze, her fur bristling. The others sensed the change in her demeanor and stiffened, looking to her for guidance. The scent worked its way into her nostrils and into her memory- oho, she knew that smell. Her back arched in agitation and a small growl released from her black lips.

Naomi and her wolf hated this creature. Morrigan had always wanted an undue amount of love and appreciation from Fenrir. If Naomi, his own spawn, appeared to be unworthy of his approval, what right did Morrigan have to it? And reformed Naomi hated the creature for its unrelenting thirst for blood.

Naomi stood her full stance and barked. Around me now, she directed her pack. The stood at attention and moved closer to her. Naomi raised herself to full height, her eyes falling on Morrigan. Leave.

Morrigan snarled in an equivalent of a wolfish evil grin. Her eyes glinted as she regarded the little pup, sitting so smug in front of her rag-tag gang. Facing off against a whole pack gave Morrigan some pause, but she was never one to back down, even if the odds were so stacked against her.

Naomi's scent maddened her, and red haze enveloped Morrigan. She hated that little rascal, just as much as she did the rest of Fenrir's spawn. None of them deserved to have such a fine specimen of werewolf as their father. None of the demon spawn of Fenrir deserved his blood, which coursed through their veins. Perhaps tonight was the night to thin that blood out a little bit, by spilling it on the dark cold earth.

A mad glint in her eyes, Morrigan lifted her tail high above her back, signaling her dominance. Her lips wrinkled as far back as they could go, revealing her long and glistening fangs.

Make me.

Naomi had learned not to send her wolves into battle with her, for she had seen them fall protecting her. This mutt came to challenge her, so she would take it on. They were there to make the fight tip their way. She stood, hackles raised, her own tail rising high. With pleasure, runt.

Naomi sprung forward and Colby barked at the pack to wait but, Hoover, madly in love with Naomi wolf or human, bolted forward too, snarling. Naomi's fangs were angled towards Morrigan's throat, and Hoover aimed to collide against Morrigan's shoulder, attempting to rake his teeth against it in the process.

Morrigan's sight narrowed, concentrating only on Naomi as the younger wolf rushed towards her. Morrigan failed to notice the second wolf until he had collided with her, sending her rolling in the dirt. Morrigan yipped in surprise as she worked to get her paws back under her. She realized, with some chagrin, that she had been influencing the wolf too much. Now that the battle was on, Morrigan retreated a bit from the wolf's mind. It was time to let the wolf do what it knew how to do.

Morrigan scrambled back to her feet to find both wolves nearly upon her, but that brash male was nearer. With a snarling bark, Morrigan went for his throat. She would make him pay for getting involved in her fight. Perhaps by dispatching part of Naomi's pack, she could anger the pup into attacking blindly out of rage.

Naomi's teeth had been around Morrigan's throat when Hoover intervened, sending her prey flying out of her reach. Hoover had not meant to save Morrigan, but that was inadvertently what he had done. She spun around, watching as Morrigan twisted and went for Hoover- the stupid fool.

Naomi copied Hoover, but this time aimed for the dark wolf himself, sending him flying from Morrigan's reach as the female wolf's teeth sank into her flank. Naomi yelped as her blonde coat stained with blood, but she ripped herself away, barking at Hoover to retreat and leave the fight to her. She immediately whirled on Morrigan, attempting to tear the wolf's ear off.

Morrigan felt her ear clenched between Naomi's teeth, but caring nothing for pain, she wrenched her head back; allowing her ear to tear into ribbons. Specks of blood flew into the air from Morrigan's torn ear, and though she was injured, Morrigan gave Naomi a wolfish grin.

You sure you want to try me all by yourself, little pup?

Morrigan panted, more from excitement than fatigue, the slow drip of blood pattering on the ground from her torn ear. She lowered her head and spread her paws slightly to give herself a wider base; a defensive stance. She waited for Naomi to make the next move.

The metallic taste of blood filled Naomi's mouth as droplets of blood rolled down her pink and grey spotted tongue. Her pupils dilated and her whole body shivered and shook without any prompting from her- the wolf loved the taste of fresh blood, even if it came from a mutt like Morrigan.

Morrigan had pulled away and Naomi stepped back to take in the view of the wolf. Her pack paced behind her, hopping from foot to foot in excitement or anxiety. All except Colby, who sat, waiting patiently. Naomi knew if real trouble came, it would be Colby who settle it all.

Naomi heaved a pant of excitement. I know it.

She stepped forward, rearing and snarling, kicking out with her front paws to lock them against Morrigan. She swooped her head, aiming her teeth for Morrigan's snout.

Morrigan's eyes flickered towards the only wolf in Naomi's pack who sat patiently behind her, observing the fight with an uncanny calmness. Morrigan had a feeling that he could be trouble if he decided to get involved. The wolf in her had a fleeting stab of nervousness before Morrigan stamped it out. There was nothing to be worried about. This was just another hunt.

Whether Naomi waited for Morrigan's attention to waiver, or whether it was coincidence, Morrigan did not know. The moment her eyes flickered towards Colby, Naomi made her move. Seeing the sudden movement in her peripheral vision, Morrigan reared up as well, her front legs becoming entangled with Naomi's. Morrigan jerked her head to one side to avoid Naomi's jaws, then snapped at the pup herself, aiming for the right side of her throat, right underneath the jaw.