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Cool, crisp air stung Ravens nose. The young wolf yawned and stretched out in his nest, his mother and Sage were already up, their scents were stale, poking his head from the den entrance, he was greeted by a covering of white that surrounded the hollow, and wrapped it up, as if he were inside his mothers fur.
The cold snow felt odd under his paws, and crunched as he stepped on it, his weight instantly crushing it, numurous pawprints told him that the others had already been out as well.
A loud yelp made Raven jump, he glanced around the white scent wildly, trying to figure out where it came from, he heard it again, closer this time, then he spotted the source, Lilyleafs pups came barreling around the corner of the large boulder that sat in the very middle of the clearing, their thick snow-fall-time coats all covered in a light dusting of powdery snow.
The pups were five moons now, he reflected, they had been out of the hollow a few times, but, like him, they had never seen snow before, atleast they were enjoying themselves as they yapped and growled playfully, raven wished he and Sage could play as wistfully as that, but truth be told, they barely spoke these days.
A cold wind blasted Ravens face as he, his mother, Troutwing,and Brackishclaw headed for the forest beyond the hollow, the pack had not hunted in two sunrises, but it had been nearly seven sunrises since their last successful hunt, the pack was beginning to show it's tired hunger, their thick pelts appeared as shaggy as new-leaf-time shed coats due to their dwendling body frames.
Raven felt almost too hungry to think about the hunt, his paws felt numb with cold, and his legs felt weak and worn out beneath him, as if they'd give way any moment, to his dismay, the pack trekked through their frozen, snowy territory until nearly sunhigh by the time Snowmoon gave the signal to hault on a ridge.
Below, was small herd of white-tailed deer, Ravens stomache screamed in protest as he thought of the warm, delicious meat, Snowmoon gave the signal with her tail for the hunters to fan out, they would take the deer by surprise, by surrounding them from all sides.
Raven slunk through the snowy forest, painfully aware that his dark coat stood out among the white surroundings, he got into his postion apposite his mother, he could just barely see her shape moving, white against white, and he envied her as she slunk, like a snow drift, slowly towards the deer, more content to snuffle through the snow looking for sparse dried grasses than danger.
Raven spied Brackishclaws dark brown pelt moving along the trees on his far side, and troutwings peppered gray pelt not far from himself.
Suddenly, the clearing burst into action as Snowmoon lept from her hiding place, Brackishclaw and Troutwing didn't wait, they sprung too, fanning out, as the three singled out a small buck, Raven tensed, his job was the trickiest, he was the ambush, as the other three hunters droved their chosen prey toward him, his job was to rush out and intercept, making sure that the deer could not make a dash for the thick snowy trees, where hunting would be near impossible.
Raven watched as the hunters drove the deer closer and closer, 'here they come' he thought bunching his muscles 'oh please, great skypelt, don't let me mess up, the pack is hungry!'
closer,...closer,....NOW!, Raven lept from his post with a mighty snarl, his teeth sunk into the deers thick brown pelt, and ripped away a mouthful of gritty hairs, but it was enough of a destraction, the other hunters were on the deer in an instant, pulling the creature into the snow,and finishing it with a well aimed bite at the throat, relief flooded through raven as he stood there panting, he had done it!, it was thanks to him that his pack would finally get the meal it needed!
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