samtaro posted in blueridgeschool:

He had been prowling, on the haunt for something but nothing was quenching his thirst. Ripping into an animal did not compare to ripping into a person. He was in the midst of tearing the guts out of fox when a familiar scent drifted across the air. He lifted his head and sniffed deeply. Some people never learned.

The wolf ran through the woods as fast as he could. He was almost to the edge of the woods and the parking lot when he caught a heavy drift of the scent. A flash of red. He had spotted his prey, and that hunt had not ended well. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, escaping as a low roar.

He walked toward her slowly, stealthily. Even if she had heard him growl his paws were silent.