Winter was settling in over the Plains, but despite that, there was so much to be proud of. The young male, Vango, had just dispersed from his natal pack and found himself a mate not four weeks ago. Her name was Quickpad. She was a smoky grey female, four seasons older than himself, and she'd been captivated by his rugged good looks, his endurance, and his charm. Yes, this was a charismatic young wolf. For even though his mate was not yet two years of age, the male was a full year younger - a mere 8 months old. They were both in their prime and wonderful things were about to happen.
It was tough going sometimes as the pair broke in their new home. Vango had stayed awake all night and all day to scentmark their territory's borders, a precaution which ended up being a good thing, as it kept a nasty-looking mature female, Shadow, out of their midst. Vango's nerves were on edge at the sight of the black-pelted wolf sleeping just outside their borders and found himself glad she was not awake to discover the new neighbors. Quickpad was howling and begging him to rest but no amount of protesting would do it. He was that sort of wolf. He carried on until the job was finished.
The next day he made a pitiful meal of caribou leftovers, the scant meat that still clung to the bone, and when it was gone, they knew it was time to hunt. Quickpad, especially, was still hungry. The pair trotted off into the night towards the edge of their territory, where Vango knew there to be some more wounded caribou. But they did not find one this time, and as the night progressed, hastened on towards any weak-creature sound. They found a crippled moose a short distance away, but their stamina had been depleted running all night so it was an effort to try and bring it back towards the den. They had roamed much further than Vango was expecting to. Sides heaving, strength fading, they managed to turn it around. The long night wore on, relentless, and it was only a few miles from the den when suddenly Vango saw a rush of light-grey fur blur in front of him. Quickpad clamped her fangs onto the moose's tender flesh and, still awed from the sight, Vango jumped in to help her kill it. What a marvellous creature, taking charge like that and making the kill! Vango couldn't have had a better mate. She really was a fine alpha female. She feasted on the fresh meat, clearly famished, and Vango, looking at the sky, was ready for sleep. He howled encouragingly for her to join him but she needed some alone time, it seemed, for she merely strode on towards the den, perfectly ignoring him. Vango understood what this meant and, thoroughly tired from their efforts, slept until the golden rays of the sun broke through the trees.
---WhiteWolf
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06/05/10, 02:43 pm
