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into nai again, trying to pin him into the meadow ground, but nai won’t let him, catching a leg between his teeth and biting hard enough to fill his mouth with blood while the black wolf yelps and bites down into his nose, making nai release him with a startled cry only to feel teeth in his neck

nai hopes he’s loud enough to cause alarm, snarls grating through his body as he swipes and snaps his teeth, ears pinned back, blood pumping hard enough to make the world spin, the other beast orients itself enough to keep out of wounding range, throwing its full body

nai springs up on all fours, tail whipping through the air for balance, caught in the split decision of turning his back again or barreling forward, his limbs moving before he even registers going with the latter, throwing his weight into the other wolf and sending them both tumbling down the hill

maw from snapping shut around his own neck, teeth violently clicking a mere breath away from his muzzle. nai’s own voice explodes from his chest with a panicked whine growl, hind legs kicking up hard enough to throw the other wolf off, even if its paws at nai to get back onto him

with a cry that dies the moment a heavy weight barrels into his flank, claws hooking into his fur covered flank, throwing him down into snow and grass and sending him tumbling before he’s pounced again with a sharp, deafening growl, managing to plant a paw into the stranger’s throat and keep its

his tail caught between his legs, a frightened whine caught in his throat and his eyes on the horizon, his familiar clearing coming closer, it takes everything in nai not to call for his family yet lest he lose his voice and breath before he’s even within hearing, breaking through the forest edge

still, nai has never been one to run this long, so hard, with his heart in his throat. can he fight this stranger off? he’s never killed anything more than an unlucky bug beneath his feet—another wolf is out of the question, even though his claws are strong and his teeth sharp, nai runs with

shaking his chaser off. maybe it was better to lead the other manwolf home, at least that way they can outnumber the beast and deal with it together. its large, probably feral and it’ll wound but it won’t stand a chance against their numbers on its own and it should know that at least

stumbling, but the beat of claws against the ground echoing his never stops. nai pants, zipping over frozen creeks, through burrows, over old, rusted bear traps and hearing the trigger behind him but never the snap of metal into bone, he pants and puts his energy into bolting forward rather than

as he cuts through the forest that is his home, the forest he knows better than anyone. if this intruder intends to catch him nai will make it work for it. cutting through narrow trees and bush, knowing when to jump and duck when it comes to fallen wood and sharp edged stones. he hears

second longer as his paws dig into snow and dirt and kicks off into a sprint back through the trees. behind him a heavy weight slams into the forest floor, a rumbling growl follows as paws slam down into the ground and set chase. nai’s faster, he’s always faster. clawing through the snow

silhouetting it, cutting its shape large and dark against the bright light. nai remains frozen in the snow, eyes locked on the other beast as it looks down at him with bared teeth, eyes so bright they almost shine. every fiber in nai’s body tells him to run so nai does, not sparing the sight a

siblings under.
nai gives the area one lest scan before he turns around and trek his way back home when a howl cuts through the trees, loud, melancholic but primail. nai’s head snaps up, looking through trees to the mountain side to find another wolf standing there, head thrown back to the moon

and nai’s hindbrain is sated with the fact that the intruder is gone. he’ll miss chasing that doe around, but there are more deer on their lands and come sprint there will be babes to track & find to preoccupy his time. if anything this is something to tell back home and bury the fight with his

nai isn’t a master at listening to reason yet and picks the track back up until he’s at the edge of their territory where the woods bleed into mountainous, thick forested lands. the ground is more stone gravel than dirt here, the snow lacking pristine marks for nai to distinguish

instincts draw him to keep following and chase away whatever decided to be bold enough to encroach on their territory. his human brain decidedly tells him that that’s stupid and he shouldn’t pick fights with something that’s clearly wild and hungry enough to kill on marked land

than ruffle his fur from behind. he picks up the strange scent almost immediately, deep and wooded. its almost dirty. old, stale blood making nai’s lips curl, dirt and woodrot bellying the sharp scent. its wild, unclean and nai stops in his tracks to reconsider his next steps.

the tracks are still fresh, perfectly visible under bright moonlight and suggest an easy saunter. very much not a wolf in a rush to leave. theres an occasional drip of blood, the deer’s that nai can tell, and nai keeps a low profile as he keeps his nose sharp, the wind drifting to meet him rather

the wolf seems lone, which is unusual, and anyone wise enough to avoid trouble wouldnt look for conflict with a pack… at least nai would like to think so, hes met enough manwolves with egos larger than their fat heads to make him consider otherwise

his surroundings, but all he picks up is the crackle of snow and frozen air cutting through bare branches. nai decides to follow the tracks, see where the intruder was heading, maybe it realized where it was and left before nai’s pack could discover the kill on marked ground

looking around. the wind isn’t in his favor and if another /werewolf/ lingered near it knows nai’s here. he should turn around, tell, warn, whatever. but that would lead an unknown wolf back to his family.
the forest is quiet, nai’s ears flick around, trying to pick up any sound, any change in

ignored every mark, every scent warning them of so.
he looks for tracks, following a wild scent until he finds marks in the snow and halts, he presses down his own paw next to it, the shape similar, too large to be a wolf’s… larger than nai’s own and nai instinctively crouches further down

restlessly as he snuffles through snow and frost, its hard to pick up anything else in all this /wet/ and cold, his nose prickling and irate. its not family, even if its unlikely they hunted this it doesnt smell like kin. nai doesnt get nervous often but its their territory and something

its cold, they should be holed up for winter but it isnt unusual if its hungry and desperate enough… but nai doesnt smell a bear, the scent clinging to blood caked fur is distinctly just /different/. one that sets his hair on edge all the way down to the root of his tail, pawing at the ground

he stares down at a doe in shreds, the white snow beneath it disturbed and red. its been eaten from, that nai can tell at least. by what he isn’t sure. snapped bones suggest a maw strong enough to break them, and there aren’t many beasts who can. a bear? possibly

nai’s running on his own tonight. had a fight with tes and vash, didn’t want to see them until morning so they wouldnt have to see the tail between his legs when he comes to apologize. its cold but he hardly noticed with his blood pumping and winter coat fully set in

the rabbit or deer you were nipping at the heels run. its been more of a game than for survival because your life is cushy, your secrets are safe and it’s good.

so on a december full moon night where you find a deer stripped of hide and meat you wonder what couldve possibly done this

honestly imagine being just a country side bumpkin wolf, you’re practically domestic, got your family pack and your human day life. you eat grocery store meat so hunting hasn’t really been done in your generation anymore unless its for sport and usually you & your brother & sister still let

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