Mika

A pair of pale yellow eyes settled on the shape of a strange object not too far from view. It was partly hidden by the budding trees yet the young wolfess could still make out what it was. Squinting against the sun, she could further make out a large field-- no, a few large fields. Each of these green pastures held a small figure or two, which lazily grazed and occasionally flicked a hairy tail. She didn't know what they were but boy did they smell tasty! Especially now that she hadn't eaten for a couple of days. She could feel her nearly empty stomach churn with the anticipation of a good warm feast. She'd quickly found out that twigs and such didn't make for very good meals. This made the idea of fresh blood almost too much to bear and made her want to spring out of hiding and take them down, just one little beast.

Of course, the white wolfess could always go out and try her paw at a rabbit or two, but those weren't terribly filling and she wanted something more. Something with meat on its body. Something that would help fatten this lanky creature up after a long cold and lonely winter. Whether or not she could take down one of these beasts never even crossed her mind.

Slinking down along the underbrush closer and closer to her destination, the barns soon became clearer and the scents quickly grew stronger. She stopped quietly beside an old post stuck in the ground near the bushes and crouched. Those two eyes now attempted to peer between the poles of the fence, searching for the unfortunate equine that would fall victim to her jaws...

Marcy

Marcy was three years old and her owner just couldn't afford her any more. So she had been brought to the corral to be sold. She was in one of the smaller paddocks alone today but that didn't bother her too much. She grazed contently on the grass. Her ears flicked back and forth every now and then listening to the surroundings.

Her nostrils flared as she took in scents and she lifted her head up and looked back. She saw something that resembled a dog and she watched it. She was use to dogs but something seemed a miss. She finished chewing what she was eating and then turned to face the wolf. She snorted and shook her head unsure of what to make of it or if she should try speaking to it...

Mika

The white wolfess kept her body close to the wooden post, pressing up against it slightly as she attempted to keep hidden. It appeared as though those attempts were unsuccessful as suddenly, the beasts eyes were noticeably upon her. She didn't care though. After all, it seemed the creature wasn't about to turn tail and run like most other animals she tried to hunt-- and typically unsuccessfully.

Now it was turned to face her. She observed its long powerful legs and slender body, but unfortunately this meant next to nothing for her. She was simply too immature when it came to the art of the hunt. And now she was locking eyes with it almost immediately. She didn't waste another second in carrying out an attack as suddenly she leaped up. With her strong hind legs shoving herself off the ground and propelling her body straight for the horse, she picked out a place to lay her teeth. This place was the nearest shoulder, where she quickly aimed her tinted fangs.

Marcy

Marcy stared at the canine and when their eyes locked she could tell it was hunting. She knew that her field she couldn't get out of so she knew that she could not escape it so she snorted and stayed facing it. Normally a predator would leave once spotted but this wolf must be young or really stupid. As the wolf came at her and lunged she rared up and lashed out with a hoof straight for the wolves head or back depending if the wolf had stopped moving as soon as she rared or if she had kept going. Foolish wolfShe snorted.

Mika

Mika was indeed still rather young and uneducated as far as hunting went. Her parents never had the chance to properly demonstrate and it definitely showed. In mid flight all she could think about was the tantalizing taste of a slab of fresh meat in her jaws. It helped pump her veins full of extra adrenaline, which she would dearly need. Especially if she expected to come out of this situation still walking.

Silent as the night air, she waited for the impact of her fangs against soft flesh. It never came. Instead, she was greeted with the forceful thunk of a hard hoof against her mouth, causing her to nearly perform a flip back into the ground. She let out a snarl of pain, feeling and tasting blood-- her blood, as it oozed from a newly-loosened tooth. The liquid fell freely from her mouth and stained her fur a shade of pink. She took a moment to lick at it, backing off only slightly as she got back to her paws. She had to shake it off. Growling and full of frustration at her failed attempt, she began circling the large beast, ignoring its words. She was not here for a chat with her prey. Suddenly she lunged, jaws gaping, picking out the round underbelly of the mare. This time she would pay a little more attention to those hooves.

Marcy

Marcy snorted not really getting any pleasure from harming the young wolf. She didn't like harming anything or anyone. But she knew if she didn't she would be theo ne to take the blows. The humans hadn't noticed anything which angered her a bit. Humans were suppose to be the ones looking out for her.

Her nostrils flared as the wolf circled her and she moved to keep at least her side in line with the wolf. Refusing to let it get in her blind spots. Her nostrils flared and she stomped a hoof.you really are daft aren't you? Do you have a death wish?She snorted. A single wolf wasn't much of a threat to her and she knew it.

The moment the wolf made her move Marcy moved making to avoid the teeth. Though she felt the wind from the wolves lung. That was close. She spun around to face her now and she lowered her head nad her ears were now back. Well looksl ike she wouldh ave to go on the attack.

She now charged the wolf She snapped at it with her blunt teeth and kicked at it with her front hooves. She didn't fathom on killing her but if it came to her or the wolf well we knew what she chose.

Mika

Mika, the silly young wolfess. The one who subconsciously thought she was a princess. She still had so much growing up and learning to do and this would be one of the chances she would have to learn about hunting. For now she wasn't about to back down. She wanted food. Her hunger seemed to precede the importance of her safety as she attacked this horse. She could smell humans of course, but it wasn't a deterrent.

Mika snarled as she felt the mere wind in her jaws as they snapped shut together with a hollow click. She landed back on the ground carefully, trying not to lose footing from an attack that she thought would be successful. Now she had a bigger problem: the beast was on the offensive.

Watching almost carefully, she was startled to see the large equine charging at her. Her muscles bunched as she made to jump out of the way, dodging the teeth but feeling the hooves swipe the air and brushing against her fur. She bounded back around the horse and snarled viciously, angrily. "You will die!" she screeched, frustration rapidly building. It had to die! Growling, she decided to take this creature head on. She ran forward and began snapping at the mare's face or whatever she could reach-- a daring move, but she felt she must start inflicting some damage in return.

Marcy

Marcy may of been bred and raised in captivity but her base instincts were still there. She knew she should flee but she also knew that there wasn't anywhere to really run. Course she could just run till the wolf tired but she would tire as well . So she needed to stand and fight that was their second instinct. If they could not flee they would stand and fight.

This wolf wouldn't win, She knew that cause she was alone. If she had at least two others with her she might of stood a chance but no she was alone. She snorted.No I don't think I willShe spoke and for a moment was shocked that the female would attack her head on and teeth raked across her lower muzzle and she struck out with her front hooves at the wolf. It was her or the wolf.

Mika

Mika still wouldn't back down. Somehow, deep down inside her brain, she thought she could take this beast on. Her hunger was probably the driving force behind it. If she didn't get something out of this, she would have to settle for something much less, and she didn't care for settling.

The white wolfess could feel her limbs tiring slightly. Her muscles were beginning to feel hot and tingly. She didn't want to give up! Yet, if she continued, she would either have to back down or become injured. She wasn't thinking that far, though. She didn't have time to either, as the horse struck out with her hooves. For a fleeting moment, Mika felt satisfaction as her teeth raked across soft flesh. Then she found herself having to dodge the sight of oncoming hooves. One got her side, sending a flash of pain along her ribs and causing her to topple over. It took her a moment, but she got up after some mighty breathing and grunting. That would leave a bruise. Now she decided to take some time out, if she would be able to. She began circling the horse once more, keeping an eye out for any weakness, even though the creature appeared to be quite healthy. "So we'll have to do this the hard way," she said, licking her lips. She stayed low and crept along, watching for any twinge of muscle that would indicate an attack.

Marcy

Marcy snorted as she stood there watching the wolfess with both eyes and both ears. She winced as her hoof had made contact with the wolves side but it was good for the wolf seemed to at least pause and circle and all Marcy had to do was turn her head to the side and watch the wolf. She snorted and shook her head.The longer this goes on the closer it gets to night and the closer it gets to the two leggers coming and bringing me in to the stable for the nightShe said calmly. She shook her head in disbelief that the wolf wouldn't stop. She sent out a loud whinny trying to draw attention to herself.

Mika

Mika gave a snort following by a low laugh. She couldn't believe that her prey was now seemingly threatening her with the arrival of the humans. She didn't have any personal experience with the two leggeds, though, and was therefore unaware of what they were capable of doing. Mika heard stories, but of course this young wolfess had better things to do than actually listen to these stories.

"I am not afraid of the two-leggeds, prey!" she growled. She hadn't stopped circling the horse. Mika brought her body lower to the grass when the equine let out a whinny, obviously trying to attract attention to herself. Mika wouldn't have it. She snarled and jumped straight for the horse's back, deciding this time to attempt to avoid the legs and hooves altogether. If she was successful, she aimed to sink her fangs into the mare's skin not far from the withers.

Marcy

Marcy snorted and shook her head at her.You should beShe said and then rolled her eyes as she saw thanks to having her head turned the wolf jump for her back and she pushed all her weight to her front legs as she bucked aiming her hooves straight for the wolf soaring toward her back. Her ears were now flat back.

Mika

Mika couldn't understand why this beast simply would not fall. She could feel her own limbs wearing away as the muscles burned. She fell short of the mare's back as two hooves came at her. She was unable to react, instead meeting those two hooves in midair. A loud howl of pain erupted from her mouth as they collided with her chest, sending her back and to the ground with a thud. She began coughing, feeling as though the wind had been knocked right from her lungs. She shook her head angrily, although that anger was soon overtaken by a sense of panic. She huffed and heaved, standing on her paws again. Her eyes glinted with menace, yet she couldn't move. She was forced to pause, to regain composure and get her breath back. "You filthy creature," she stated through wheezes.

Marcy

Marcy snorted in satisfaction as her hooves made contact. Marcy was sweating from all this exertion but she knew if she caved now she would die. She spun to face Mika and she snorted and lowered her head in an agressive stance. She no longer felt a care to talk to the dog and she snorted glaring at her and then she charged her. She would turn the tables on the wolf. If she wouldn't leave her alone than Marcy would do her second instinct of fight. She snaapped at the wolf with her own teeth and raised her front hooves and lashed out constantly at her.