Truth To Be ToldChapter 1: The Winged One
The crouching creature laid low, its soft underbelly fur barely just touching the rough edges of the undergrowth. It was winter, and the first few flakes of snow had begun to float down from the heavens. The creature's fur, matted with an odorless substance, had served its purpose well, protecting it from the decreasing temperatures as winter arrived. The beast lowered its muzzle and narrowed its amber orics, trying to focus on the herd of elk in front of it, which was completely oblivious to the fact that one of its members would become a potential target in a cruel chase. The wolf parted its maw and reclined onto its haunches, searching for a suitable weak prey. It had to choose precisely, for it would only have one chance at making the kill. Finally, the wolf picked its target, and sprang.
The wolf flattened its auditives against its skull, as its powerful limbs carried it against the harsh winter winds, as it weaved through the undergrowth and tree