Bloody babes

[gnosis]

G n o s i s ;

Here, there. Her thoughts wandered to and fro as she went along. Wide heavy paws struck the erth silently as she loped gracefully to the edge of the field. She blinked now to the brightness before her. The sun was high in the sky and lit everything so vibrantly. She flicked her ears as she sat and contemplated some things. Little pollen motes blew all around her from the strange flowers. A bee buzzed by her nose and she instinctively snapped at it.

The world was full of sound. The wind rustled across the land, shifting everything it touched. The trees swayed gently, ther rustling becoming a gentle and familiar roar in the distance. The grass seemed to dance of it's own accord. Birds, frogs, and many sort of creature could be made out among these sounds. Singing their songs and calling for their mates.

Gnosis fluffed her fur with a mighty shake. Down the small slope she trotted. Though she moved quickly, she placed her paws carefully and the velvety sound of her walk was masked by the gentle breeze. The wind was in her favor today, blowing toward her. She could scent hare not too far away. Simple hunting. Simple target. Simple meal.

The scent finally grew strong and she knew her meal wasn't that far away. She crouched and stalked silently forward. There, she could see it. A small rust-colored hair eating with her young gathered all around her. The little ones weren't worth going for.

As she prepared herself, the wind shifted and blasted her scent t the family of hares. Gnosis froze, knowing they'd scent hr and not wanting them to spot her before the wind was again in her favor. This was not to be the case though. As soon as the mother hare scented the wolf, she thumped her large hind feet in loud warning and bolted toward her den. Damn the wise old female, she cursed mentally.

The wolf was quick to leap forward, pouncing gracefully at a small furry form. She pinned one of the young ones to the ground. Caught you, you little sneak! It squealed in dismay as she held it there, eyes seeking any other little ones too stupid to find their den. Seeing none, she quickly bit off the small one's head. Suffering was not something she liked to inflict on anyone, even prey.

She located the den of the hares and left her scent at the opening of the tunnel. It was a warning to the hares that she knew where they lived. Likely they would stop using that exit. As she turned to walk away, she spotted the movement of one of hare kits. She pounced rapidly on it, crushing it's head in seconds. She then gathered the two babes and carried their limp bodies to a somewhat secluded spot in the field where the grasses were a little higher. It's not much, but food is food and the young are always more tender... she thought to herself as she began plucking the fur from the body. She had always been a finicky eater. Even with this delicate way of devouring her food, her face and paws were streaked with blood.

Spoken word.
silent thoughts.