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I’m really not sure how long I’ve been out here, but I know the way the moon was on the first night out here. The Wild has lost a lot of
weight, but she’s still surviving.
All the while she learns to start hunting with the pack. At first, they only let her observe, but today they are having her join them. No longer the juvenile that gets too excited by moving things, she understand that this is for survival.
She has to eat; it’s not an option anymore.
The hunt takes her over miles of terrain, slowly wearing down the bull moose through deep snow. She watches as the wolves circle it, doing her part to close in, tightening around the moose until it faces the oncoming assault of teeth, nipping at its hooves and legs.
It has no chance now, its life just a memory as the alpha wolf grabs its throat, crushing it in its jaws.
Once it’s dead, it’s a viciously controlled order of things, hierarchy playing its role. The Wild isn’t at the top, but she won’t eat last either
After some time, she gets the courage to approach the growls and snapping jaws, taking a few bites in the process, crawling belly low Toward the goal, Sinking sharp teeth into the fresh blood–soaked meat, the Wild becomes drunk on its flavor. Her growls are just as furious as theirs. The Wild never tasted anything this good. Bite after biteshe fills her stomach, and when she thinks nothing can be * anymore, she still continues to gorge until almost sick.
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