The forest was still under a gray sky. The trees were bare, naked without their brilliant leaves. There was no grass or underbrush. Everything was covered in a blanket of snow. There was no sound. Every noise was muffled by the powder. Standing alone, its head to the ground as it search, the small deer had no idea it was the on menu.
The feathery, pure-white she-wolf kept close to the ground. In spring and summer, she would never have a chance of hunting in semi-open ground like this. But in winter she blended in perfectly. She was so low the snow brushed her belly as she moved forward, step by step. Once she was within range, she struck.
The kill was quick. Scarlet blood dyed the ground around the newly deceased deer as the hunter stood over it, panting. Giving herself a shake to rid her fur of the snow, the wolf sat down to begin to eat. This kill would feed a pack normal pack of wolves. This was just a snake for a werewolf.
Hope Lenord was the beta female of the pack. She had been since she was sixteen, an usual age for a wolf to hold any position besides member in a pack. That had been two years ago. Now eighteen, she was still proving why she was beta. She was an excellent hunter and a fierce fighter. Few in the pack could best her in either. Perhaps this was because she had been raised as a loner, forced to provide for herself. But it also made her distant with the pack.
Hope, still in her wolf form, stood up quickly. Someone was coming. As the figure emerged, she growled softly. She was not a fan of the new alpha.