Lone Wolf Descriptive Writing

I crouched low to the ground, the wispsof grass tickling the underside of my neck. I was in wolf form, my primal, natural form, with my ears flat against my head and my tail postured parallel to the ground; I was hunting. The scent of my target wafted into my nose, alerting my senses as I advanced. It was an injured doe, abandoned by her herd because of her disablilities. My human side ached for her, but my primal side urged to feed my companions.

It was known to most that rogues travelled alone, they were - after all - branded the lone wolf. But I'd acquired some followers to accompany me, their wolves willing to have me as their Alpha if it meant they could be protected.

The wind picked up, changing direction and blowing westward, towards the setting sun. The forest had a golden glow to it, the leaves of the autumn …show more content…
Her efforts were futile though, as I latched on harder, shaking my head back and forth; trying to inflict enough damage as I could. I pulled my head back roughly, dislocating her hip and causing her to collapse onto the grass. My wolf thumped her tail onto the grass in pride, clamping her teeth into the doe's neck to silence her …show more content…
Our ancestors had grown to be stronger, bigger than the average wolf, towering the same height as the typical man on all fours. The boy ran his hands through the dark fur on my front legs, the brown colour fading as it got closer to my paws. My wolf purred, appreciating the action, and I nudged the boy with my nose as the others came into view. The eldest, one of my closest friends, stepped forward to greet me the old way; cheek to cheek, taking my scent in as we've always done. She glanced behind me to the doe, her eyes shining with relief that we'd have something to