Post by Darkscale on Apr 30, 2009 20:50:43 GMT -6
Filtiarn
A fawn picks through a pile of brush near a large puddle of water. Her ears were perked in an effort to keep all of her surroundings in check while she ate. Her mother was nearby, also keeping a watch on the area in case her offspring missed something. The both of them were oblivious to the large black wolf that was crouched low behind a tangle of trees; his eyes focused on the young fawn in front of him. Neither the fawn nor the doe would be able to run fast enough to escape the wolf if he chose this moment to attack one of them, but he remained where he was, silently waiting for one or the other to approach his hiding spot. The wolf’s ears, which had been pinned back on his head, shot forward in anticipation of the fawn’s movements. He slowly and very quietly raised his front end off the ground, still keeping his haunches firmly in place, ready for the pounce that was about to be executed.
The fawn twitched an ear and raised her head up as if to check the origin of a sound she heard, only to return to eating after discovering that her mother was to blame. The wolf continued to flex his leg muscles, hoping that she would come just a little closer so that he wouldn’t have to chase her too far. The doe treaded close by, pawing the ground under the leaves in search of food. Her fawn meanwhile, changed her mind about wanting a meal and started to bounce up and down through the puddles near where the great wolf lay in waiting. She splashed water all over his coat which in turn caused him to emit the all to familiar ‘wet dog’ smell. The wolf could wait no longer, if either one of these deer got wind of his scent, the game would be over.
It happened in a blink of an eye. The wolf sprang up from his hiding place with such speed, that he had snatched the fawn up by the back of her neck and pulled her into the bushes before the doe had time to register that her young had been killed. She stood there, eyes transfixed on where her fawn had been playing only a second ago, where now only a ripple in the puddle could be seen. The wolf switched his grip to the throat and continued to pull the fawn deeper in as he heard the mother cry out in fear at the silence of her child. He would wait for her to pass before spilling any blood, the last thing he needed was to be trampled by an angry mother in a desperate attempt to save her child from the jaws of a predator. Eight minutes had passed before the doe moved farther off, still calling out to her fawn in long loud bellows. Now that she was far enough away, the wolf could eat without fear of being spotted.
He moved down to the belly of the downed fawn and started to gorge himself on the soft innards, letting the blood run down his chin, stick to his chest and then pool around his fore paws. He hadn’t had a meal like this in such a long time that he had forgotten how good it felt to finally have something in his stomach that could fill him up. A twig nearby snapped and the wolf looked up from his meal, mouth, nose, chest and fore paws were drenched in blood and gore. He snarled in the direction of the sound, not knowing what lay ahead.
