SundaysTheory
The Phrase that Pays
Ames prowled the shadows of the forest aimlessly looking for food she knew didn't exist. Her ears laid flat and her tail drooped to the ground, she looked pretty pathetic to say the least. The constant fighting and lack of meals had taken a toal on not only her, but her formidable pack too. The Blood Pack, her new family...no, family wasn't quite the right word for them, yet she felt obliged to stay true to them. It was more a choice of following them, or die otherwise, but that wasn't what had persuaded her to join. They had seen some potential in her cunning and wittiness, traits Ames had easily picked up, more so Ames killed enemies easily without a second thought. Her sly personality would certainly come in handy in one way or another for the pack. And so she stayed, happy to have finally kicked her loner ways. Sometimes she missed the privacy, the ease of just spontaneously getting up and going from one place to another, but with a pack she was promised food and shelter, an offer Ames couldn't give up.
Stepping out of the woods, her shaggy dark fur shone dully in the light. The night air was chilling as Ames decided she had done enough hunting. It was, however, all that was done these days now that the humans had started to take over. Selfish... she called the stupid two-legged beings. Had they no thought of what they were doing to not just the wolves but the whole forest and its inhabitants? Had they no respect? None.
An unexpected snarl escaped her bared teeth. Ames was never one to have much self control, and it was because of that she was always running into some sort of trouble. The smallest of things set Ames off, yet it was easy to tell when she had been pushed over the edge. She usually always meant well though, despite her anger and rage. Ames sighed, relaxing her tensed muscles and headed towards her pack after what had been an uneventful day. Trotting near the boundary between the two packs, Ames stopped dead in her tracks at the slightest smell of fresh food. The alphas nor the others of her pack wouldn't be too happy with her next decision, but she wasn't going another day without food.
With hesitation, she crossed the river slowly, not wanting to attract too much attention to herself. Ames stayed along the banks as she followed the scent. Her instinct told her to turn back, her empty stomach told her to keep walking. She preferred filling her stomach over following the little voice in her head and continued on into territory she knew little of.