04-15-2022, 02:13 PM
Content Warning
This post contains content that may be unsettling to some readers, including:- Mild Gore
- Graphic Violence
- Some descriptions of blood, violence, wolf-fighting, death
It was a battlefield.
Old blood, still gummy and only half-dried, littered the grasses. Chunks of fur and rent skin were scattered among scratched-up soil and in two places, the body of a slain wolf could be seen. One wolf had died where it had been attacked; it had struggled, mightily, its paws clawing uselessly against the dusty ground until its last breath was forced out and into the cold night sky. The other wolf had dragged itself, pulling and heaving its damaged body underneath a shaggy juniper shrub where it had slowly, gradually, passed away. On each of these two bodies, the marks of battle with other wolves was unmistakable. On the ground, around the fallen, the signs of a fight between a small family pack and a team of vicious raiders became clear.
There was more to this battlefield. There were survivors.
The raiders had lived. The victims in the two dens nearby, at least some of them, had survived to escape and scatter. But there were so many tracks, so many scents of fear and blood and death… Wolves of strong hearts and keen senses would be needed, or else those few survivors would remain lost, or be chased down by the predators who had come to fight and kill...
Old blood, still gummy and only half-dried, littered the grasses. Chunks of fur and rent skin were scattered among scratched-up soil and in two places, the body of a slain wolf could be seen. One wolf had died where it had been attacked; it had struggled, mightily, its paws clawing uselessly against the dusty ground until its last breath was forced out and into the cold night sky. The other wolf had dragged itself, pulling and heaving its damaged body underneath a shaggy juniper shrub where it had slowly, gradually, passed away. On each of these two bodies, the marks of battle with other wolves was unmistakable. On the ground, around the fallen, the signs of a fight between a small family pack and a team of vicious raiders became clear.
There was more to this battlefield. There were survivors.
The raiders had lived. The victims in the two dens nearby, at least some of them, had survived to escape and scatter. But there were so many tracks, so many scents of fear and blood and death… Wolves of strong hearts and keen senses would be needed, or else those few survivors would remain lost, or be chased down by the predators who had come to fight and kill...
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