-1She gazed through the dark thickets, staring with her shining gold eyes. She felt her ebony black fur tremble along her narrow body. Slowly, the she-wolf placed a paw ahead of her and stalked forth towards the feeding hare. She could feel her fangs longing to sink into the warm flesh, for it's blood to run down her thirsty throat and for the satisfyingly full stomach, filled with hare.
She lowered her body close to the grassy ground and readied herself for the death pounce. The air around her was filled with the scents of pine, sweet honeysuckle, drying grass, and the cooling breeze washed over her. The hare's ears twitched, making the she-wolf freeze. Only then did the wind change into the prey's favor, and off the food went, running away from it's predator.
With a snarl of frustration, she leaped after it, barking her anger. The hare ran faster, starting to loose it's pursuer, when the unexpected happened. In a flash, the ground under the hare exploded, blowing the prey up along with it.
Shocked, the she-wolf yelped and slid to a stop, her eyes wide. She was confused and scared. Why did her prey, her to-be-dinner, just blow up?
She felt her fur jump off of her when the sound of barking filled the once quiet air, quickly getting louder and louder. Scared, the she-wolf turned to run, but remembered what happened to the hare. If she ran, maybe she would explode too.
Like a river, dogs poured out of the thickets and surrounded her, snarling and snapping their jaws at the scared she-wolf. She snarled back at them, flashing her pearly white teeth in warning. But then she heard the yells of Man, which sent her wild with fear. She turned on one of the black and brown dogs, sinking her long, sharp fangs into it's throat. The dog wailed in pain and struggled madly to free itself, but there was little hope. With one dog down, the she-wolf went after another, and another, crazed with fear.
Men in black ran towards her from the forest, holding guns and wore ebony black masks. She roared at them, trying to fight off the invading dogs. The men stopped and stared at her in shock, fear, and awe. As she took another dog down by the neck, she stood on top of it and roared, deeply and loudly. The few surviving dogs yelped and ran away. If they had tails, they would have been tucked tightly between the mutt's legs.
The men stood there, staring with their guns raised at the large she-wolf. She growled lowly at them, and walked toward them, down the hill of fallen dogs. She could smell their fear, the look in their wide eyes only proved her right. She wanted to scare them, as revenge for blowing up her prey. She would kill them, but she knew pretty well she wouldn't be able to kill them all, with their guns and other human weapons that she didn't understand. The men backed away, yelling weak threats at her.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Go on, w-wolf! Go back into the forest!"
"Go on, boy!"
"Shoo!"
The attempts only made her more angry. Her snarl grew, deeper and louder, her lips further back to reveal more of her long fangs and teeth. She lowered her body to the ground and readied for a death pounce when…
BANG!
Everything froze, even the she-wolf. She stiffened, waiting for the agonizing pain of the bullet wound to start…
But it never did. Confused, she looked at each of the men in black, and found they too were just as shocked as she.
The sound of what she thought were coins rattling filled the air, along with the loud footsteps… or was it so loud because of the silence?
From behind the humans, another man in a black army-like uniform (like the other men) walked forward, his boots the cause of the coin-rattling noise, which were spurs. He was whirling a revolver around his finger casually, same with the other hand. Like the rest of the group, he wore a flesh colored beret, but no black mask. His face was fully visible, and he some-what looked feminish. He had a narrow nose and squinted bright blue eyes. From what she could see, he had blond buzzed hair.
He stopped in front of his men, glaring at the black and gray she-wolf.
"What's going on here?" he asked one of the men.
"We heard a claymore go off and we came to check it out, and we found this… wolf."
"And he killed six of our dogs! Look behind him!"
The mask-less man, dubbed the alpha in her mind, looked passed her and at the heap of dead dogs. He frowned slightly, but his eyebrows rose as if he was impressed.
"Really now…"
The she-wolf looked up into the man's eyes.
"Yes Commander."
She felt the air around her get colder. The voices of the leader and his men were droned out, the only thing she could hear was her own breathing.
"Why isn't he moving?"
"Should we shoot him?"
She felt something touch her scruff and then her fore arms, hind legs, stomach, and neck. The sound of chains rattling filled the freezing air.
"No, he could be useful to us… capture him."
The cold, gray white chains revealed themselves around the places she had felt them. They tightened around her, and she felt a tug on the chains around her neck. The she-wolf looked up, finding a pale man holding the ends of her chains.
"What the hell is he looking at?"
"I don't know, but get the rope on his neck while he's distracted."
The man wore a black rain black poncho with a hood covering his face, but the she-wolf could still see his gold eyes, ringed with red, slightly hidden by his glasses. In a low, haunting voice, he murmured, "You are the chosen one. The one who must change what is to come. It will be your goal to prevent the horrible future… You must protect Revolver Ocelot… Lead him onto the right path… it is your destiny…"
Confused, the she-wolf opened her jaws, as if to say something, but the man vanished. The air warmed, and the sounds returned. Then she felt the final tug on the chains around her neck before they too vanished. "Go…"
"NOW!"
The she-wolf let out a yelp of surprise as three men talked her. One wrapped a rope around her black muzzle and tied it tightly, making it hard to breathe. They tied her paws together, and wrapped some rope around her neck. She growled lowly, struggling greatly. But the men were too heavy and strong, and soon she gave up.
The men backed off, nodding to each other with eyes that shined with triumph. She glared at them, growling when she had enough breath. The spurs on the leader's boots rattled again as he walked to her, and knelt by her head. She glared at him, but felt the shudder of fear tickle her spine as she met his icy gaze.
"Should we give him to the dog trainer, sir?" asked one of the men. The leader shook his head.
"No…"
The men blinked at their commander. The she-wolf twitched her ear at him as he set a hand on her silky black fur.
"I'll keep him."