The delicious scent of meat wafted through her nose as she ran home, her fur blocking out the chill of the August air. San could feel her mouth salivating as the smell reached her scent glands, making her think of hunts, kills, and delicious savory meals. The succulent smell mixed with the stench of smoke, of fire. Humans. What vile creatures they were. Then again, they knew how to make meat taste good.
She came upon a human and his pup, roasting some sort of meat over the fire they'd conjured. Built, she corrected herself.
These creatures were not magical, only somewhat practical. And dull. And deceitful. And disgusting. San's throat reverberated with a nearly silent growl. The vile things destroyed everything they touched, defiled it and changed it into unnatural trash. Even fire, the life they created from nothing, destroyed everything. It ate and consumed wood ravenously, and died without it.
A wave of scent blinked her into awareness. She crouched behind a fern and waited for the opportune moment to snatch some of their meal. She was not a heartless wolf, so she'd only take a small bit in consideration for the pup. Besides, she thought, they are keeping the fire under control, and are respecting my home.
Crouching there in the firelight, she hooded her eyes and waited, silent. San's breathing slowed, and she remained half-aware of what she saw as she remembered her old home.
The forest was enormous. Trees wider than six wolflengths, they reached for the sky. Her family, her mother, the spirits of the forest. Demons, gods, curses, life, and death.
A fire had taken her forest, her family. Everything perished. She alone escaped, and made a life here. She had found a thick forest with creeks running through it. Humans occasionally came through here, usually in packs of three or four, and sometimes with pups. Bears were about, however, so the humans were always cautious. They could kill a grizzly bear with a loud bang and the scent of something foul. She didn't understand their weapons, but all she needed to know was that even though they had no fang or claw, they were deadly.
A loud noise, and a sharp pain on her nose made her eyes water. San started, running towards the man and snatching the stick with the meat on it in her jaws. The man was yelling, garbled grunts and noises followed her as she sprinted through her woods. She heard the pup crying and snarled to herself. She hadn't even hurt the man, nor the runt. Angry at herself, San ran fast and hard for a short time before reaching her home.
A rock outcrop, hidden behind some ferns, lay here. Bears couldn't fit within the gap, and she never had problems with mountain cats after she asserted her place. Yet San entered cautiously, sniffing around the delicious tang of meat in her jaws. A small prize for such a large wolf, but the small cylinder of meat would satiate her hunger for now. She was thoroughly tired and collapsed on the stone floor, asleep at once.
AN: Something very important that you should remember while reading this is that I mean every single word that I say.