The lithe white she-wolf moved through the trees, ears pinned yet loose to hear sounds, nose close to the ground and shoulders hunched as he crawled along the ground, following the scent of blood and the pungent smell of urine. Taking a deep breath as she followed the scent, it soon became overbearing, almost to the point that the strong urine almost burnt her eyes. Creeping up behind a bush, she peered through the leaves and saw the young fawn. Barely even a week old. She had been tracking a herd of deer and she spotted the young fawn. Taking the size as her advantage, she had attacked the young creature. She had ripped open the fawn's right shoulder before the mother had kicked her off. However, the foolish fawn, panicked and terrified, left the safety of the herd and ran into the trees in a blind panic, making it easier for her to hunt. And it didn't take long before the she-wolf had found the fawn. Only 4 minutes. The terrified creature had bolted, urinating in fear all the while. Now, as she stepped from the bushes, the smell of blood overpowered the acidic smell of urine and she watched the creature. It's eyes were closed, breathing shallow. It was almost dead already. The tiny thing had probably lost too much blood and went into shock. There was blood staining its short fur and the ground beneath it. As she stepped over it, her shadow shading the small beast in shadows as there was a final shuddering breath as it took its last breath and then the air whooshed from its lungs, it's life going along with it. The white she-wolf stared at the fawn for a moment longer before she lowered her head, lips curling upwards as she gave a soft growl of anticipation. She tore into it with a savage ferocity of most wolves. Tearing the bloody meat away from the carcass, the she-wolf quickly ate her fill and she took a few steps back, examining the torn up body of the fawn. There was still a fair bit left so she turned, kicked some dirt over it to help cover the scent before she gripped one leg in her jaws and she scrambled backwards, dragging the body with her. She moved in slow, jerky motions, finding it awkward to move it on her own, but she was used to it, after all. Never had she had an alpha. To be honest, she had barely ever come across another wolf. And the ones she had encountered, she had fled from. She didn't like strangers and fleeing was always her first option. After about an hour, she arrived at a small cave where she had to crouch to crawl in to. Dragging the food with her, she soon came to the more spacious part of the cave where 3 other wolves other than herself could fit in the cave, the ceiling about double her height. It was perfect for her. Dropping the carcass in a corner, she scrambled out of the cave, scraping as much dirt as possible inside to cover the meat as much as possible to keep the smell at bay. The carcass lasted her a good 5 days before she had to leave the safety of her cave, where she first found a river and lapped up the water, relishing the coolness as it slid down her throat. Her tail wagged slightly and she soon raised her head, water dribbling from her muzzle, coming away with a slight pink tinge as it washed away the last of the remnants of blood on her. she turned and padded off, wondering what she should do now. She could go hunt again and take it back to her den to save her from hunting when she was hungry. But what if it was too big to drag back? Then it would be a waste to kill. Grunting in frustration, the white she-wolf's ears flicked forward to listen out for sounds before she bolted off, deciding to see if she could find something small to take back. Half hour later, she came across a rather large hare and she stalked it for a while, before it noticed her and took off. She tore off after it, dirt spraying behind her and her claws dug into the earth to help balance herself at such a quick pace. It took a sharp turn and she followed, paws skidding on the ground and almost losing her balance. Catching herself, she kept her stride as she chased the quick footed hare. Her pale pink nose twitching as the disgusting scent of hare filled her nostrils. The small beasts smelt horrible and certainly were a stringy meat, but she was just looking for something to keep until she found something better. Her red eyes watched the hare, concentrating on it, not caring how much noise she made in the forest. Barely any other predator lived in it, anyway. And those that did were too slow to catch a quick wolf. She was rather large, being a werewolf (even though she could barely remember that fact - most of her human memories had faded and she'd shoved into the darkness of her mind, not wanting to remember). But despite her size, she was quick. Very quick. She soon started to catch up to the hare, however, something up ahead caught her eye and she suddenly dug her claws into the ground, skidding to a stop, the pads on her paws tearing ever so slightly at the sudden motion and as they snagged on sharp rocks. But she ignored the pain and came to a completely stop at the edge of the forest, watching as the hare bolted into the maze of buildings. Her eyes flashed and widened as she stared at the buildings before she whined. The picture of buildings tugged at her mind but she took no notice. The place was strange. She didn't like strange things. In the corner of her eye, she thought she may have saw a human and the wolf stumbled over her own paws to spin around, almost nose planting into the ground before she took off, back into the safety of the trees. After about 43 minutes, the white she-wolf slowed to a stop, sides heaving as her lungs burned with effort and desperation for oxygen. Her mouth hung open, tongue out as she panted. She legs shook with effort to keep herself steady and upright before they gave way and she collapsed to the ground. The wolf crawled over to the base of a tree, a thin bush barely concealing her white fur, but she had no choice but to hide there for now. She wasn't moving for a while now. She quivered slightly before she rested her head on her paws, trying to slow her breathing. She had panicked when she saw the buildings. She didn't know why, though. Because it was strange? Unknown? she hated the unknown, after all. It always frightened her. That had to be it. Yet, she had allowed panic to set in and lead her away, which is why she now ended up like this. Growling at herself, though refusing to open her eyes, the she-wolf willed for seep to take over and let darkness consume her, but it wouldn't come, so she shifted slightly, to stretch her front legs in front of her and her back legs to one side, stretching her muscles so they didn't seize. Sighing, she opened her eyes and looked around, raising her nose and scenting the air. Something smelt wrong. the she-wolf's lips curled back in a snarl, her red eyes flashing dangerously, trying to locate the source, but coming up empty. It smelt like another wolf... And human?