Verita'

The black vixen was hungry, there was bound to be some prey nerby. She lifted her sensitive nose into the air tr

*Indications*

There were many scents and sounds. The scent of ptarmigans was in the air; they had nests with fledglings in them scattered about on the ground in the fields. A strong, musky odor betrayed the hiding place of a fox's den near a river bed.

In the distance, a large flock of crows were talking about something, though it may or may not be about food. And very faintly, the bleat from an elk calf could be heard from a nearby meadow.

Verita'

Her ears cocked at the sound of the elk calf's bleat. She finally figured out the direction of the call and stealthily, but quickly headed twords that direction, making no sounds.When she spotted the calf, she slunk in the tall grass upwind of the prey.They shouldn't be able to smell her. So she quietly crept closer.

*Elk*

The calf was fairly large, but not yet full grown and with very little experience in life. He grazed a bit, pleasantly unaware of danger.

His mother, on the other hand, was much wiser. She grazed a bit, then brought her head up and looked around. Luckily for Verita, the cow hadn't spotted her yet. Her senses told her all was well, so she dipped her head down again to feed.

Verita'

By this time the hunter was close enough to launch an attack. She quickly made sure that the mother was busy grazing. She readied herself,than with a fast burst of speed, bolted twords the unsuspecting elk calf. She latched on to the jugular of the calf with a leathful force. Now she just had to hold on!

*Elk*

The large calf gave a bleating cry and nearly fell over. Crying out again, the youngster began to buck his young body and tried to shake or throw the wolf off. She would have to be careful too, because even with his smaller size, his hooves could cause damage. It didn't long before Verita's fangs bored their way deep into his neck, succesfully tearing the jugular veins. He would die soon enough, but he still had fight in him.

The cow elk spun around to see what had made her calf cry. A wolf! With a defiant snort, she charged the wolf and aimed to strike a deadly blow with her front hooves...

Verita'

The huntress caught sight of the charging elk mother. Her hoofs were aimed directly at her. Having felt her teeth rip the jugular she knew that the calf would die. She released her hold and dodged the Elk's attack none to soon. She regained her footing and ran around the protective mother. She again launched herself at the calf's throat trying to cut off the calf's air supply so that it would die quicker.

*Elk*

The calf fell to the ground kicking and thrashing trying to get air, but the wolf had a leathal hold.

The mother saw her calf go down and knew that it was the end. Others would arrive and her calf wouldn't have a chance. Attempting one more time to say her calf she blunt charged hoping to spook the hunter.

Verita'

She felt the calf die and released her hold. She saw through the mother's blunt charge and quickly turned to her, snarling and baring her blood stained teeth.

*Elk*

The elk fled from the snarling wolf. Her calf was dead and she wouldn't be stupid and risk her life for her dead calf. She bleated out her sorrow as she fled the smell of blood and death.

Verita'

The wolfess, after making sure the mother had left, returned to her handsome prize. She tilted her head back and let loose a call to the pack, telling them of her victory and inviting them to her feast. All this hunting had worked up quite an appitite.

Nightcrawler

He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until he heard Verita's call. Pacing quickly over the ground, he approached the wolfess and her prize. But instead of going up to eat right away, his ears and tail went down and he hung a few feet away from the kill. It was Verita's kill, and he wasn't just going to go up and feast without permission. Besides, he felt he must wait for the alphas too.

Verita'

"Come on eat!"

Nightcrawler

"Thank you." he replied sincerely as he came forward to eat. Growling happily, he bolted down large peices of meat.

Tahirah & Kivo

The two adolescent pit bulls heard the call to food. They didn't know the voice that made the call, but that didn't stop them from comming. With Tahirah leading her brother, the two approached the elk carcass. Their lanky tails waved in greeting when they spotted Nightcrawler. Tahirah began to feed right away.

Kivo hung back a second, unsure of what to do. He didn't know who Verita was, but it seemed she was part of the pack. "I'm Kivo." he said after a moment, "And this is my sister, Tahirah."

Verita'

"Welcome to my feast." She smiled kindly at the two pit bulls.