The moonlight washed across the forest floor, broken by the canopy. The air smelt of damp moss, earth, and blood. The trail was getting weaker, the patches of blood smaller, the scent harder to pick up. She put her nose in the air, closed her eyes and listened. Crickets sang their melody and the tree frogs their symphony. She let out a low howl from the bottom of her chest, and it rose to meet the mother moon in the sky, long and lonesome. She paused again, just standing, waiting. *crack* there, her head jolted in the direction the sound came from, she didn't move, only watched. Movement. She bolted for it. Now was not the time for stealth. She heard the animal cry out with fear, watched it stumble as it tried desperately to get away. Not this time. This was it's end. White gleaming ivory, hard and smooth, punctured the warm soft hide. A gush of hot garnet liquid rushed from the wound, swirling around the smooth white ivory and into the mouth of the beast. Flowing over it's tongue with it's warm, sweet, metallic taste. The taste of blood, the taste of life, seeped down her throat. She fed more hungrily, snapping down harder. Pushing those ivory spears of death, deeper, and deeper into the neck of of her prey.
Gargled cries of pain echoed out of the victim's throat, only to be choked out by the viscious growls of the feeding beast. She sank her long sharp claws into the body of her prey and ripped it, shredded it to pieces. She let out a long deep roar that pierced the silence of the forest and started to lap at the blood flowing like crimson rivers from the body of her prey. She continued to feed until there was nothing left of her victim, no trace of existence remained. She had crushed bone with teeth, and sliced through flesh with precise ease. With her bloodied muzzle raised high to the full moon, she let out a howl, long and triumphant. The song of the wolf.