With the nameless old wolf I really don't have much to take credit for, and if the caracal isn't Myu herself, it's certainly based on her. Needless to say, I certainly don't own the series.
"...from the Great Spirit was born the wolf, and man became its messenger." -The Book of Red Moon
She didn't remember if the wolf had been male or female. She thought that had mattered at one point, but now, when she was alone, it didn't seem to make much difference to her.
"Some form for a messenger, eh? Can't run as quick, can't even limp on three legs if you're injured, a worthless nose, crap hearing, and those teeth… Those do not count as teeth. Sure, they're a little better for chewing plants, if you like plants, but they're fairly worthless for tearing into rawhide, much less taking down prey."
She no longer remembered what the wolf had looked like: black or white, brown or gray, red or yellow or green as the spring grass beneath her feet. It was spring, wasn't it? The season never changed around here.
"Those hands, at least, are all right. They're not worth the comparative toothlessness, but it's nice to be able to hold more than you can maneuver into your mouth. A bunch of small items, even. And although the cubs would probably vehemently disagree on this point, it's easier to balance on two legs and gaze over the grass like this. And the colors… Those are almost worth the limited hearing, although it'll take a lot more than the reddest reds on the greenest greens to make up for the muted smell when there's fresh blood on spring grass."
The words blurred as she forgot the sound of the wolf's voice, but that didn't matter.
"It's not my kill, though. It's yours, caracal. You know, though, seeing you like this… I think I understand why the messenger is nearly as weak as our prey. For all the lack of sound comprehension, it's easier to listen to you when your fangs and claws are as blunted as my own."
She remembered what the wolf had taught her.
"Shall we eat?"
Eventually, the meat would be gone. Only the plants remained.
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She laughed. He didn't know what he'd come into, but it didn't matter. She would enjoy herself until her meat was gone.