Fangs, Claws, and Blood

As the sun sank lower in the sky countless stars began to appear in the ever-darkening sky. The full moon rose high, bidding farewell to the disappearing sun as the silver moon took its turn to dominate the heavens. The sun shed it's final rays on the earth and then it was gone, waiting for morning.

The moon's rays caressed the land making it glow a brilliant blue. The millions of tiny stars glittered in the night sky illuminating it, making it almost as bright as it was in the day. A placid lake reflected the sky, and the moon and all its tiny stars danced in the ripples of the water. Breaking the horizon were awe striking snow tipped mountains. The peaks touched the sky greeting the milky stars. Crickets chirped welcoming the night just as birds sang and greeted the day. Their song was the only sound in the moving scene.

The night was beautiful, but it wasn't as peaceful as it might have seemed. Deep in the mountains, in the untamed territory where wolves ruled and humans had never set foot, the vicious canines fought. Yelps in pain and battle yowls pierced the still night air. Fur flashing and paws flailing dozens of the savage creatures wrestled, fighting to the death! Fang met neck and claw met claw! As the wolves fought, blood poured. The white, snow-covered ground soon turned red and pelts were bloodstained. Some wolves fled, some laid on the ground, never to move again.

In the battle, Fang clawed at his attackers from the enemy pack! He was obviously outnumbered! Fang's pelt was caked with warm, sticky blood he knew was his own.

He bit the one of the wolves attacking him but it caused only a harmless injury in his foe's scruff. Fang could taste in his mouth the tangy, metallic taste he knew so well and was surprised he drew blood, but it didn't take him long to realize he hadn't, he was tasting his own blood in his enemies fur!

When the bitten wolf shook Fang off, the wolf got Fangs head in his jaws and he bit down hard, unmercifully! Fang's vision began to blur and he went limp in the beast's jaws. He was now only faintly aware of what was going on, but he felt like he wasn't even there, experiencing it. He felt like only an observer of the action. And he could barely hear the once sickly loud squeals of his friends and snarls of his enemies. Not feeling pain anymore, Fang looked through his slit eyes, and saw the battle. Everything was in slow motion. Fang could see his mother, who was lying unmoving on the red, snow-covered ground not far away and his best friend was gasping his last breath. The wolves he knew all so well were dying, or already dead.

Everything began to get blurry as Fang's eyes slowly shut, for the last time. His will to live was gone, and he didn't even try to force his eyes back open, he just knew if he couldn’t live for his mother, his friend, or even his pack, there was no one to live for, no reason to live. So the wolf let himself go.

As Fang's pack fled, bloody and scarred, the other group's survivors howled their victory, howling loudly, taunting the losers. Their yellow eyes watched them leave and dared them to come back.

The losing pack stared at the celebrating pack with envy and hate glowing in their eyes. Then they ran, to never look back again. They left Fang and so many others behind. Leaving them unmoving on the cold, unforgiving ground.

The pack's tails were low, dragging across the earth. The pride had left these wolves and their eyes were wide with fear. They were only a shadow of who they were before. They were defeated, broken.

The next morning, the sun rose to a red, snow covered ground and wolves sharpening their teeth on the bones of the weak.

Special Thanks to all the reviewers; this story was nothing before their help! =D