I'm running, closing in on my prey. The dirt under my feet, cold air rushing in and out. The trees are only a green blur and the scent of it makes my mouth water. It knows I'm coming for it. Around a boulder my feet tearing into the dirt. It's running up onto the bluffs, no where to hide up there. My wolfish grin stretches wider. I see it now. A female elk, large for her sex. She trumpets in fear and I crouch to attack. Pouncing I land on her back taking her down with me. Her hooves kick into my gut and I yelp. I bite into her neck jerking it back and up, the kicking slows then stops. I give another tug to make sure she's gone.
The meat is so good. Hot and sticky running down my muzzle. I tug back more of the skin to get at the insides. I toss a hunk in the air and catch it mid jump. After a kill I feel such a buzz. I pull out more digging around the coils and loops of intestines to the loin. Even wolves know that's the best part. I'm dragging out my prize when it hits me. I leave the meat steaming on the ground stepping over the elk to smell the air.
Something assaults me, so strong it makes my hair bristle on end. Something sweet with musk. Better than food, than home, than the smell of the other females in heat. I stand up tall trying to scent it on the wind. This scent; it's pulled down something red over my eyes. At first I think it's rage, the urge to go tearing after it is stronger than I've ever experienced. Every instinct in my body is humming. Follow. I don't know what it is, don't care all I need to do is find the source. The elk is barely started but I leave my kill to the scavengers. Down the bluffs I follow and through copses of trees stopping to sniff the air. Along the river, it's moving along the river. What is this smell? What could it be that smells so powerful? Then it hits me β my mate. This isn't rage, it's lust. It's my mate and she's here. Close. I press my nose close to the ground to breath her in. The ground is covered in pine needles so all I can follow is her scent.