The New Beginings and The Old Ending

Humans. They had killed so many of her kin, both wild and tamed. Tamed. She hated that word with all her heart, almost as much as she hated the two-leggers. But unlike that word the humans had killed the wildness in so many souls; breeding it out of bloodlines, strangling it with fears of the "darkness" that lay outside of their so-called 'civilized' society, destroying her wild friends of the woods and mountains and lakes and skies. The humans killed without mercy only to regret what they had done, their greed over spilling into their needs. So fat and lazy, so ignorant and cowardly. It seemed as if they had bred everything that meant something out of the pathetic species.

She howled as the bullet wound from the hunters stung again, pain singing through her veins. Blood stained the white fur over her back and chest. Black eyes flecked with gold and blue searched the darkness for the small pack she knew was dead. Footsteps approached, crunching through a thin layer of newly fallen snow a top the past fall's dead leaves. She dragged her body into a small grove of trees, where she could see who was approaching and not be see herself. Hopefully.

A young human male approached. Her body tensed as she recognized one of the hunters, then relaxed as he got closer. He had been the one with out a gun, he had also tried to stop the other four from firing at her pack-sisters and pack-brothers. He stopped at the place she had been moments before looking at the red blood drops in the snow, following their path until his eyes found her. Perhaps some of the humans could be trusted she thought as she saw a flicker of fire in his eyes' dark green depths. The pain that had been subsiding in the wake of the adrenaline that had begun to flow at the sound of a human now came back, full blast. That was the last thing in her mind as the darkness finally won its' battle against her consciousness.