<div style="text-align: justify;">Once she was sure that it was all right to attack, Mari had done so without a second thought. She didn’t know much about wolves, but she had learned that they had a pecking order. She had also seen or read somewhere that sometimes a higher ranking wolf allowed a weaker one to eat first, for a few reasons. She wasn’t sure if there was a specific reason, or if this was some time of courtesy - wolves were highly social, after all. <br/><br/>Whatever the reason was, Marissa wanted only one thing. She wanted to give in to her predatory instincts. <br/><br/>It took her a while to be sure about how to finish the kill. She had never done it before, naturally. And she was still getting used to her new form. After a few somewhat clumsy bites, she finally managed to go for the throat. It didn’t take long for her victim to stop moving. <br/><br/>The taste was almost maddening. She felt satisfied, in a way she had never felt before. It felt like the piece of her that was missing was finally there. That piece was the one thing that had been missing in her entire adult life - control. <br/><br/>Once she noticed that her first prey was dead, she looked and sniffed around. There were more than two, and she felt like she wanted more. And yet, once again, she waiting for Nanook to give her the signal that she was allowed to pursue another one.</div>