Aside from the sound of rustling leaves from the canopy above and the whistling trees as the cold morning breeze swept over the terrain, it was quiet. Quiet enough for a lone creature to brave itself into unfamiliar territory, foraging through the blanket of snow covering the forest's floor. Cautiously, it threaded deeper, lifting its head occasionally to check the surroundings before climbing up the slopes. It stopped beside a tree, staring intensely unto a boulder in the distance. Seeing nothing peculiar about it, the creature resumed with its task.<br/><br/>But the wind made a sudden change of path. A waft of something horrid reached the creature's snout, causing it to jerk its head up and forcing it to make another scan downwind. Instinct immediately clamored for it to flee, screaming at it as if to say there's no need for confirmation. So the creature quickly turned and made the run for it.<br/><br/>What was thought to be a mere boulder was in fact a predator in disguise. A beast who'd laid in wait for the prey to get as close as it dared. Now the beast too had sprung into action, almost at the same time as the fleeing creature.<br/><br/>So the chase have begun.<br/><br/>Rushing at top speed down the slopes with the cold wind washing over his face along with the thundering sound of his own beating heart in his ears, made him felt more alive than ever. The thought of tripping over his own footings or loosing a grip on the slippery ground before crashing into a tree and ultimately loosing his meal, were probably as thrilling as a race-car driver would've felt.<br/><br/>In and out of the treeline, the creature weaved, hoping the maneuver would throw its pursuer off its trail. But the beast still persisted and was gradually closing up the gap between them. In fact, with the trees within reach, the predator managed to use them to its advantage, propelling itself towards the desired direction by pushing the trees with the front paws.<br/><br/>Soon, the sound of the heavy footfall of the wolf swallowed that of the creature's stomping hooves. The prey began to panic. In its desperate attempt to escape the clutches of the beast, it tried to make a risky sharp turn. But its' hind legs slid over the ground just as it was about to kick into another direction.<br/><br/>Time seemed to have slowed down then.<br/><br/>The buck struggled with its front legs to pull itself forward as its body slowly fell sideways towards the ground, entirely enslaved by the pull of gravity. Dusts of snow got kicked up. Its wide eyes widened as it saw death approaching. Sticking out its tongue, the buck made a cry for help, or a plead for mercy. Steam of smoke momentarily clouded in front of its snout as the sound emitted from the throat. Through the reflection from the buck's eye, razor sharp claws and huge canine teeth could then be seen.<br/><br/>Time then returned to normal...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">* * * * *</div><br/><br/>It's been a month now.<br/><br/>A month since he'd joined the pack. A month since he'd witnessed the attack here where he'd come to learn of their former Alpha's death among a few others. Riot Luster have no experience at being a member to a pack before. But he didn't need the bond to understand how the rest might have suffered at the loss. As a new addition to the pack, he knew he couldn't quite help ease their pain with words alone. Furthermore, especially after what'd happened, with the betrayal and the timing of his joining, what reason was there not to believe they might be suspecting him for working with the enemy? At least he wouldn't be trusting himself either if he were among them.<br/><br/>So this was the only best way he could do to earn himself their trust as well as for a place among them; with voluntary sentry duty and hunting food for the pack. At least that's what Riot thought was best.<br/><br/>With the fresh kill draped over his shoulders, the man returned to the den, the motion of his gait was strangely fluid, not at all lumbering despite of his gigantic size and the burden he carried. His bearded chin and broad, furry chest were covered in the buck's warm blood. Riot glanced up at the two females -whose names he couldn't recall- near the mouth to their den. He nodded to them in greetings with a stolid expression before entering the den. Gently, he set the catch down beside the fire. Other than the missing chunk on the throat -now covered in snow to stop the blood from dripping and leaving behind a trail to their home- of the animal, everything else was pretty much intact.<br/><br/>Riot then turned to address the figure seen sitting in front of the heat source, "Could you prepare this for us?" He paused, waiting for their gaze to meet before he said, "I need to clean myself.."