Prey

The creature watched from the shadows. It clicked its claws in anticipation. The brown wolf would be his next target...

"Alright, I gotta go. It's my shift today." said Garth to his friends who he had been bragging to. He turned and walked to the hunting grounds. He got low to the ground, and began stalking a caribou. Suddenly, a foot was planted on his back. Garth craned his neck to look at the offender. However, all he felt were jaws grabbing hold of his snout, and what felt like a huge spike drive into his back. Garth tried to kick the beast off, but found he couldn't move his legs. His spinal cord had been severed. The beast thrashed Garth's head in his jaws, and ultimately ripped itself off of Garth face. Garth's head fell to the ground with a soft thud. He couldn't see or move. He knew what it was though. It was the creature that Winston had talked about. With the last of his strength, he let out a loud; long howl to alert the pack. However, Garth's efforts were in vain. He felt a pair of jaws clamp onto the sides of his skull, and swiftly jerk it sideways; snapping his neck...

The carnivore released Garth's head from its maw. The sun shone on the creature. It's was elegant in it's own way. It was large, about six feet tall and twelve feet long. It had a large sickle claw on its hind leg, and had feathers on the tip of its tail, the backs of its arms, and feathers that formed a crest on its head. Its skin was jet black, and it's feathers had red striped going down them. This carnivore was from a time long before any human, long before and wolf, it was older than even the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was what the humans called Dienondychus, it's name meant terrible claw. It roared in victory, another successful hunt. It grabbed Garth's body and dragged it away, leaving nothing but a bloody path of where it was going...

Meanwhile...

Some of the Alphas heard Garth's howl, and soon after the roar of the raptor, and flinched at the raptor's cry, and sprinted to Winston's den. "Sir!" one said, coming to a stop. "Garth went hunting, and now we think something bad has happened to him." the wolf said, continuing his sentence. "Im afraid I might have to fear the worst. Gather a search party, and find him!" Winston yelled. "Sir yes sir!" said the wolf as he sprinted off to gather more alphas. 'Whatever this thing is...' thought the wolf, 'Its not going to last long...'