<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa was paying close attention to Nanook as he ran. She had her instinct to guide her, but there was also much to learn by observing. Her keen eyes watched Nanook’s every move as she ran a bit behind him, and she tried to mimic what she couldn’t do on her own. And it was clear that she learned really fast.<br/><br/>After letting out that low growl, Marissa waited. Something in her made clear that she was waiting for Nanook’s permissions. It was as though her wolfish instincts, in kicking in, recognized him as a higher ranking wolf. <br/><br/>When he gave her that signal, Marissa stopped holding back. She couldn’t help but growl once more, before attacking the one closest to her. <br/><br/>The first bite made her feel… different. It made her feel as though she had finally gotten something that had been missing in her life. It was the taste of flesh, the scent of blood, the sense of power it gave her. And also the sense of righting the wrongs those people had committed. They wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else, now…<br/><br/>Her front paws held her prey down, and she stopped keeping any sort of control. There was only one plan - the kill. It didn’t matter how it happened, as long as she killed her prey. There would be time for the others. Even if they tried to run, she was, now, sure that the two wolves could outrun the humans with their weak pair of legs.<br/><br/>Marissa and Nanook were the predators, and the prey didn’t get a say in that.</div>