Wolf HuntWind buffed the strong creature's coat. His nose lifted to the sky, wiggling back and forth ever so slightly as he tested the breeze. Elk. He smelled elk for sure.Wolf Hunt4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rallying his pack mates with a quick howl, the leader conveyed his excitement. Now would be the time for a hunt, he would tell them if he could speak. Then they were off. Their narrow chests braved the snow with little problem, their tracks falling in to one another's. The snow was their element. And today, they would dine on elk, he just knew it!
The pack finally spotted the elk, and stopped to put their noses to good use again. Too strong, healthy bull, too far wait! There, her, she was perfect! One of the closer elk, pushing through snow to reach what little remained of the grass, completely oblivious to the danger she was now in. The wolves could smell her now; a middle aged female, but heavy with calf. Their mouths watered at the thought of such a delicacy. Tender meat, full of flavors they had only once have tried