Post by .starlight. on Jan 7, 2010 11:21:30 GMT -5
The light colored she-wolf was bored. And that was bad for the prey creatures around her. She was sadistic, and that meant a painful and meaningless end for the animals around her. She smiled her smile of death, and picked her way around the falls, building a sturdy bridge of ice around and under her. It disappeared as she passed through, melting quickly, as there was no longer anything to keep it cold. Once on the other side, the slim she-wolf, with her hawk like eyes, saw a small mouse scuffling around for a meal. She giggled in her little creepy way, and stalked it, then leaped and chased it. The hunt always gave her enjoyment. But this hunt was not for a meal. It was to take the edge off her strange need to kill. She watched, with the smile still on her lips, as the hapless mouse fell over the edge and onto the rocks of the waterfall, breaking and killing it. Her hunger for death being filled, she rested contentedly under the shade of a shrub.
