Voltcom

Story #2. Currently up for collaboration.

-hoot hoot- An owl hooted in the pitch dark jungle. She could see a pack of wolves roaming the forest for food. In this pack, the leader was Voltcom, a smart and cunning alpha male. There wasn't any alpha female, not yet anyway. Somewhere in the shadows, the painful cry of a seriously injured moose calf caught his attention. Stealthily, Voltcom and his pack members trotted silently nearer and crouched down, patiently waiting. Their tongues stopped panting and each of them became alert, bright eyes gleaming in the night.

Shuffles were heard as the baby moose crawled through the undergrowth. Apparently, it had escaped a lion attack but was too weak to travel with the herd. Still, the hungry wolves waited for the leader's sign to attack. They all knew that this calf was too weak to escape though they just followed the usual: Crouch, wait, pounce, kill, eat. Voltcom's hackles rised -as a sign- and they all pounced, tearing and killing the calf easily. The cries of agony only lasted a few seconds. Then, only the sounds of satisfied licks were heard.

-passes a lot of chapters-

It was the mating season and each male had to fight for a female. Voltcom, set his eyes on Vespera, a popular (at least, among the males) and elegant beta female. Voltcom just had to have her. He was charming and ne of the huskiest and muscled wolves in his clan. His challenge was answered by the beta male of the clan, Mortain. So it begin- the fight for the license to mate. They circled each other on the battleground. Many other wolves crowded around to watch and drew "wolf lots" to who would win. After many snarls, snaps and gnashes, both wolves were tired and their coats weren't as shiny as before. However, neither was going to back down, or so it seemed. Accidentally, Mortain tripped over one of those spectators' paw, gaining ground for Voltcom to finish Mortain. But after getting a huge lash from Voltcom, Mortain hurriedly wimpered and sped of (as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast as he was badly hurt [his pride more painful than his physical being]) away into the trees.

-The End...not-