Oh don’t be sorry that was amazing! Sorry mine is quite short

The shadow of a slate grey wolf rose from beneath an ash covered tree that had long been felled. Her black nose twitched and she parted her jaws, showing of her large, dagger sharp teeth.
She emerged from the rubble, her dove grey underbelly getting painted with the dark char from the explosion that had happened so long ago, when she was only a pup.
She opened her eyes, and tried to blink out the dust she had stirred up when walking, her eyes the colour of a soft evenings blue purple sky turned a tinge of red as the sediment stung her eyes.
She looked to the sky, her fur ruffled by a sour wind. No sun shon, not that it ever did.

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(Aw shucks... You're too kind. And it's fine that yours is short ^^)
The ebony sire clung to the ash covered canyons. His mitts struck the earth in a steady rhythm, digits clicking against the cracked stone. His tassel swayed with each stride. Amber optics were focused on the calm currents of the passive river which winded along the borders of this once grand territory. The male leaned his cranium forward and inhaled the harsh air. Smoke and soot accumulated within his delicate nostrils burning the walls around them. A growl was emitted from his vocals followed by a quick snort to clear out his nares.

His gaze lifted towards the silver and beige sky. There, a few meters in the air, was a single ice crystal. It danced throughout its arboreal territory. Tossed around by the wind, caught by rising dust. Slowly, ever so slowly, it made its way down to the rocks. Yiska slowed his pace briefly as he watched the precipitation. 'The first snow..'

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Naviira felt cold daggers sting her back, it reminded her of her old territory where it would snow every day. Her thick pelt quickly warmed her, but she lifted her scarred muzzle and cranium to the sky so that the little shards of ice could cool her face.
Soon, the ground was covered in snow, covering the horror that lay beneath, the springy dead clumps of grass, the cracked earth and soot.
Naviira, who felt like a pup again, jumped gracefully into the snow, relishing the cool sting on her paws. She let out a yap of excitement, her long tail swishing, stirring up the snowflakes. She barreled into the snow, covering her dark, soot covered pelt in the white. Violently shaking her body with the snow, until all of the sediment had been washed off her pelt.
She had been wanting to wash her pelt for a long time but the acidic taste burned her tongue and she would never was in the foul smelling river.
The snow had melted, leaving her with perfectly clean water. Her spirits rose as she washed to get the grime off.

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(Sorry about the length lol)
Yiska broke into a loose canter across the canyon face. His chest pulled forward, audits flattened, lips peeled. His right rear made first contact, followed by his left limbs, and lastly his right front. He maintained this pattern for some time. For this pattern allowed him to turn sharply with greater drive from his rear. While he walked the ice crystals continued to fall. They stung the cuts that resided along his pads however this had little to no effect on the male. From his original home snow would cover the land a majority of the year. The snow would seap into one's wounds and cause them great pain. However when snow was used to heal one, the pain becomes tolerable. For Yiska, the pain was merely a bug bite; a simple nip. He had been injured countless times during his practices of laborious tasks.

The male's mandibles parted allowing his salmon hued ribbon to dangle between his large ivories. He recalled theses times as the hunting parties first attempts of herding the remaining bovine. Where the creatures would be split into several groups of weak and injured versus the group of strong and healthy. Yiska would normally trail behind the hunting party and take the window of their attention of hunting to snag his own prey. The male was relatively noble, he disliked scavenging but understood it was necessary to survive as a rouge.

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Naviira has finished washing and the snow was still spiraling to the ground. Deciding she would climb the ridge to watch for elk herds; she began a lope. Her strong muscles ripping under her long fur.
The snow was starting to cover the ridge top like a blanket of moss over a branch. Naviira’s feet placed in spots where she would have slipped two months ago, and she marveled at the way she had grown, her broad shoulders leaving trails in the brush where she had pushed down dead bushes.
Starting to sprint, Naviira flew across the ground, her paws giving her the strength to climb the ridge when she got to it, paw holds were just evident under the snow, as the she-wolf jumped nimbly across the rocks.
Once at the ridge, Naviira’s pink tongue lolled from her muzzle, she licked at the scars on her face to clear them from the snow, the only part of her body that wasn’t protected. With a heavy sigh, the wolf lay down in the snow, her limbs stretched out to cool her down, she would check for elk later, right now she wanted to enjoy herself.

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The sire lowered his cranium towards the small indents in the snow. His nostrils nosed the prints, collecting the scents and taking note of personal information such as sex, age, and species. As he continued his investigation his lips pulled back in a toothy grin. 'The elk herds have arrived.'. His haws lifted, a gleam in his gaze, his muscles tensed, crest rised. Yiska moved sliently through the open space. His cranium parallel to his broad frame. His tassel extended. He shook his frost covered pelage and huffed, a small cloud of breath formed before his mandibles. It lasted for several seconds before a gust of wind dissolved the gas. 'Patience..' The sire reminded himself.

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Naviira still smelt the acidic tang in the air but it was lesended by the thick layer of snow that hung in the air. She lifted herself of the ridge, the fur on her ears threaded with snow.
She watched the afternoon sun, or what she could see of it; shon dully from the thick layer of nuclear cloud.
It washed a dull light over the bleak landscape, dead trees, standing straight from the ground and covered in a onyx hue stood stark in the grey snow.
Naviira let dirty cold air fill her chest cavity and howled to any other wolf nearby, she did this each day, and each day no wolf seemed to have survived in the area. The monotone sound seemed to echo off every rock in the area, and fill the small voids in the clouds.

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This valley had once been covered in dense vegetation and was kissed by the sun. A bedding from the spirits one could call it. Now the area was covered in ash, swept by acidic winds, and received burning precipitation. The herds of prey has vanished. The only creatures to reside along theses cliffs were few wolves and elk.

A sudden howl broke the male’s concentration. His frame jolted to its mitts, digits tapping against the cool ground while audits rotated. His crest raised slightly. Cranium shifted. ’Hardly any wolves visited theses bluffs. Surely it was a simple coyote.’. He waited for several heart beats before pulling back his audits, tilting his cranium skyward and parting his maws. The opening was small, yet the low rumbles emitted from his vocals bounced around and washed over the area. Whatever creature within a reasonable radius would be able to hear his apathetic calls.

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Naviiras muscles stiffened as she waited for a wolves howl. barely moving, she stood like a statue, all she could hear was the foul winds howling back to her, until another howl split the air, the notes never changing. It was a strong howl as well. Not from an elk-bellied coward, as her remaining pack were bring hunted now that they had all turned to rouges; it was safer to not make noice, because of the two-legs that would hunt them.
Her muscles tightened and her heart started to beat so loud she could hear it from outside her chest cavity.
Without warning, she flung herself down the mountain side, taking huge leaps from each slippery ice edged foothold. The howl seemed to come from the far side of the valley.
Once down the mountain side Naviira sprinted off in the direction of the howl, her long limbs giving her power to push against the snow. It flicked up from behind and caused Naviira to be showered in snow shards, once again.
With ragged breathing and shaking paws the she-wolf came to an abrupt stop. She parted her jaws to take in more air. All the time watching each hidden shadow, her claws and teeth slightly barred.
A wolf scent wafted in the air, but it was faint, as if the wolf had only been here for a while.
Her heart dropped, it wasent Moriko.

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Yiska waited once again for several heart beats. His audits flicked and chest throbbed. He normally only howled when thanking the spirits for a successful hunt of when stating his claim on a territory. In fact, it was rare for the sire to howl to speak with another of his species. He shook his large frame and snorted. ’Nothing more will come. The wolf will probably depart.’ After all, most wolves had been chased out of this territory by a strange and deadly species called two-legs.

The male threw himself towards his right, allowing a low pitched growl to escape his vocals. Vision blurred. Movement restricted. He fluttered awake to see the two-legs. They strut around the valley covered in the skin and hide of other creatures. The skulls hung up as trophies, the the bones ground into a mixture used forbintoxication. His nares began to burn as he continued. The two-legs rose around in their vehicles, pulled by groups of creatures. Some rode the long legged herbivores called horse. Some rode in carved and molded tree bark labeled sleds which were pulled by oxen or traitorous canines. They would always carry theses tools and rods. Silver. Rock. Small. Large. Rigid tools that pierced one’s heart and cut out another’s organs. He recalled how they would scare away prey with their thunder sticks. Thundersticks, and their loud and dangerous nature. Controlled by the two-legs.

Yiska shook himself and growled. His focus shouldn’t be on some simply fear most creatures have. He would never admit having said fear, rather he was cautious and disliked having unnecessary attention from them. Anyone. ’Stop. Just focus on the elk herds.’

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Naviira sniffed the area again, just to be sure.
Definitely wolf scent, and the wolf was definitely close.
She ducked low as two-leg scent filled her sensitive nose, their putrid smell made it hard to breath. She shook her head and pawed at her muzzle to try to clear the smell, but nothing helped. She growled at herself to stop whining about something that couldn’t be helped and watched them.
She dove behind a fallen tree, it’s bark turned to ash. And watched them as they walked by. She seemed to be collecting things, from where she stood; Naviira could see their nimble paws fiddling with the things left on the ground. Bones, skulls, odd looking stones.
It was amazing that two legs found everything so interesting.
A wolf that didn’t grow up in her pack might have hid better, but Naviira was used to facing things that she could never, take on by herself. And though she put on a brave face in front of her pack when she was with them, a whole pack of two legs was a hard foe to beat.
Thinking again of the smell of wolf, she let out a quick yap.
Hopefully some wolf had heard her.

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The elk herd shifted and churred the stained snow. Their large box muzzles released hot breath onto the frozen crystals and pushed away chunks. The blades of decaying grass were soon revealed and investigated. One they were cleared, the elk would begin grazing upon the plain vegetation. Several hundred strides behind the herd the lone rouge steadily approached. He kept his frame low, the hills along his shoulders swiping back in forth as his limbs extended.

Yiska studied each individual cow taking note of age, physical health, etc... His gaze landed on a group of straying cows. Three of the five appeared to be healthy cows, rounded bellies and enlarged tits stated they were bearing young. The larger cow had thin limbs, few patches of beige fur fallen out or ripped from her thin frame. His optics lowered to a young calf. Younger than most. Based on appearance and smell, the calf was a couple months old. At this age most calves would parish. Starvation, hunted down by predators, abandoned, the reasons would be endless. Yiska advances forward. The road ahead of the calf was harsh and unforgiving. It would soon end as the male continued.

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Naviira listened, and heard the stark echo of an elk herd. Her tail wagged and she dug her claws into the hard earth, she could practice her hunting skills on some of the weaker animals.
Hunger knit through her stomach; reminding her that she hadn’t eaten in two days.
Swiping her round over her jaws, Naviira set off in the direction of the herd.
Her long limbs stretching under her skin.
Finally she arrived at the back of the herd, jumping at once into the chase. She surveyed the herd until she found an old frail cow, her patchy coat flecked with grey.
With an impulsive burst of speed she lunged at the cow; that let out a defiant bellow as her claws sunk into its flesh.
Naviira clawed her way onto its back as it stumbled with the extra weight.
She wasent focused on the herd or anything else; all she could see is red pulsing at the edge of her vision and the elk.

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The brute tensed his muscles and locked his joints. He leaned forward slightly before releasing his built up energy in a lunged. His digits spread, mitts extend. While airborne his mandibles parted and instantly clamped around the calf's shoulder blade. His aim was a little off, for some creature had spooked the herd. The scent of a fellow canid teased his nares as warm crimson stained his lips. He quickly shook off the though, his attention was on the bovine. The canid could wait. Yiska tightened his hold on the young calf, occasionally loosening it and dancing back as the mother attempted to save her offspring. The male released a low rumble from his vocals and wrapped his limbs around the calf's barrel. Soon the calf fell, unable to support the two's combined weight. The young mother soon realized she could no longer safe her calf and abandoned it for the herd. The calf cried out, frantically kicking at the male while scrapping at the deep snow. It's attempts failed once the male readjusted his hold on the jugular muscle. His ivories pierced the delicate flesh. Closing around the large muscle. Blocking off it's oxygen supply. Yiska simple grinned as the calf struggled. "There we go big guy. Just keep kick'n." His tone remained plain however it was soon followed by a devious smirk.

The calf gave way, it's small cranium falling limp between the lupine's jaws. A heavy sigh was released as the male stepped back. 'No time to admire your prize.' He reminded himself. With a steady pace, he used his digits to rake away the thin hide, the tender scarlet meat and salmon flesh dripping out of the open wound. His mandibles lowered and tore into the young bull. Organs were stripped from the bull, followed by broken muscles, and bits of bone marrow. (*Omnononm* I'm not that great at describing a wolf eating *Omnomnomm*)

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Hey so sorry I haven’t been on, I didn’t have internet for a while but I do now, I will write the next one soon!

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