The wolf looked around, he was crouched low to the ground. His goldish coat blended in with the dry grass of the plains. His paws dug into the soft ground as he looked at his hunting mates. They looked back at him, signaling him to make the first move. He waited, looking for the perfect moose. He didn't want to go for one that was too big, or one that was too small. There! He spotted it, it was perfect. A medium sized bull, his antlers weren't big enough yet to hurt that bad, but the muscle was packed on to his flanks and shoulders. The moose breathed gently, you could see his breath on the cool autumn evening. He crawled forward, getting a bit closer. He was in the perfect position, he looked once more at his mates, they nodded, ready for the kill. Ookami pounced. He landed on the moose's flank, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and bit down hard, making blood rise to the surface. The moose called out in pain and bucked, but Ookami held tight. His mates all pounced as well. One landed on his shoulder, while the other was ontop of his back. The moose bolted forward, running as fast as it could. Ookami struggled to hold on while the other two wolves fell off. He looked back at them, worried. He needed to focus. He managed to crawl forward. He was on the moose's neck now, he bit down on his skin, just behind the ears. The moose was furious he bellowed and shook his head all around. Ookami heard a bark and looked towards it, here came another wolf. Ookami held out his paw for a split second, letting his claws come out, then he bashed it into the moose's head. His claws cut into the skin and the moose stopped. Ookami continued biting it in various places. Then he jumped down off his back. He lurched forward towards the moose's face. He covered it's nose and mouth with his mouth, not letting the moose breath. The only wolf left pounced at the moose, knocking him over. The moose kicked out with his legs and jerked his head around but Ookami held onto its face. Slowly, the moose's antics slowed and eventually stopped. They had done it, the moose was dead, and for the first time in two weeks, his pack would eat

Wave trotted up needing pack/mate." hi im wave" she said cheerly. She looked at who must be the leader.

He looked up, "hello."

"Are you the leader" she asked stepping back.

"Yes. I am Ookami, excuse me for my rudeness."

"No, its fine" Her voice was soft and light. Her tail moved back and forth slowly waiting for some thing to happen.