-Nymeria-
The others holed around me. It pierced the cold night sky. I looked up to the shiny lights and thought of Her. Running through the woods always reminded me of her. I followed the scent of the nearest prey and cut it down quickly. Not wanting to let it suffer. After all, it was not the deer's fault i needed to eat fresh meat. The others crept closer once they smelt the blood, but i growled at them to find their own food. Else they would be weak amongst the other packs. I choose to run closer to the edge of the woods and not in the centre as usual. This was due to the increase of Them. How would we begin to give Them what they deserved. I would find a way. I will find my way home back to Her.
There are only seven in this pack. In my pack. For they have seen what i am truly capable of. I am the strongest and the best fighter amongst them. It is only wise for me to be their leader. Unlike Them, we do not call each other by name. More by smell and the sound of their howl. That is the way of the wolves. My beta is a wolf male who has a strong wood smell and a deep throaty howl. He runs by my right in the battles. He was chosen for his strength and his wisdom too. He is the oldest wolf out of the entire pack and yet can even out run the little ones. That is what i hope to become, a fighter to the very last breath i breathe.