It had been six days since the warriors of Nielix's pack had first arrived at the valley and his warriors had no intentions of leaving at the time bieng. They slouched around, bragging, eating and chatting to the wolves that lived there, they often went out for hunts with the natives. But the multiple hare they brought back could not feed Neilix, the blood of the creatures did not give the same smell as that of the fox had, he had even tried to eat one how he used to before he was cursed but found his teeth missing the meat each time he tried to grab it in his mouth.
Driven mad with hunger, Neilix could scent the blood of all the wolves around him, the scent was tantalizingly close but it did not give him the same impulse as before when he had drunk the blood of the dead fox.
No, he had to wait. He had to wait for one to die so he could survive off of it's blood, the very same blood that gave them life, now remaining still, no longer coursing through their veins, waiting to be consumed by Neilix so it may give him life.
He laughed half crazed with longing. Yes, he now understood the depth of his punishment.
'The living but now dead, gives life to the dead who lives on" He gave a rye smile
"How lyrical" He smirked again and cackled spitefully. With his plan set in mind, and his past forgotten. All that was left was the dry husk of his body and his willingness to survive.
Silent night rained upon the valley as Neilix dragged a small golden- furred yearling from the camp. He was very careful not to wake the mother that lay asleep after grieving over he dead son. He successful hauled the body up the rise and into a small ditch not far off from camp.
He could resist no longer, his teeth bore into the flesh of the young wolf and began his feast, his eyes rolling back with delight. The crazed wolf found that the blood of his actual species, not a cousin, was far more satisfying and far too soon and to his disappointment the blood ran cold and his frenzy ended. The once noble alpha fell into a slumber his mind unable to cope with the knowledge of his betrayal to wolf-kind.
To Neilix it had seemed as though he had slept a lifetime, but only a few hours later he was awoken by the sharp kick in the ribs by the wolves of the valley. A cream coloured face glared at him with pure ferocity. He blinked confused as he was hauled to his feet and led back to the valley.
His memories of the night before flooded back to him as he glanced upon the corpse of the young wolf. Guilt shadowed his gaze as his fuming warriors gathered round him shock clear on their faces. Only one word spoke in their mind, they thundered the word in harmony against the barriers of their skull so that even Neilix could hear it 'betrayal' 'betrayal', 'betrayal'
All wolves great and small now gathered around the edge of the stone mound. All of them sitting well clear of the stones shadow, the wolf who had led him here briskly pushed him into the shadow, and too tier place in the group of assembled wolves. A faint sound cascaded outwards from the wolves as they, even his warriors, hummed.
Neilix lifted an eyebrow 'was this a joke? No.' They appeared too serious.
He remained puzzled by this until, the song ended, and all the wolves jolted forward their teeth snapping as they snarled at him. He leapt to his feet no need for another hint. The alpha fled up the slope of the valley and into the barley field
Neilix wandered around unsure of where to go. He had roamed the fields for almost the whole day and still had not found his way out. To the verge giving up, he decided to stop and rest. The alpha glared up at the sky the stars of Canis and Lupis just visible in the dusk. He growled "A.." he never finished his sentence, for he was knocked down by Canis cast into the dream world, never to awaken.