Black Nightmare

The black wolf skittered around the tree, his ears flipped back and his movements tense. What had driven him to run around this part of town was beyond him, but right now he was hungry and the small terrier barking madly at him looked like dead meat on legs. With deliberate steps, Black Nightmare stepped closer to the chain fence, his white teeth showing as he growled at the dog, who promptly scampered back into its dog house to once more bark at him. He wasn’t really in the mood to “play” with the dog so he turned tail and trotted off, his paws itching from the warmth that radiated off the sidewalk. Humans were weird; they built their dens in the oddest fashion, wore funny things over them and rode inside funny metal contraptions. A car whizzed by, causing the black wolf to jump and snarl at it. Well, metal thing or not, he was going to find something decent to hold down. A looming trash can made his stomach grumble. Humans may be weird, but they had food and he was grateful for that. The loud clanking noise made when the trash can fell made him scoop back and gaze around before popping his head in for a sniff. Paper and plastic bags crumpled beneath his padded paws as his sharp teeth snagged a chicken bone-there was little meat on it, but he didn’t care as he had the knowledge to hunt. Black Nightmare knew he’d have to hunt and he also knew these humans gave out scraps rather than whole meals. Maybe he could hunt down a few felines. A stray cat walked on a branch and the wolf stopped what he was doing to watch the creature with hungry eyes. A low growl emitted from deep within his throat before he stood up on all fours. His sinewy form tensed, ready to pounce; his black fur stood on end while his piercing golden eyes gazed on the sleek, long form of the cat. The taste lingered in his mouth and his body quivered with anticipation. If only the cat was lower to the ground and closer for him to catch. Lucky cat. Disinterested, he briskly walked down the sidewalk, his head low and his ears halfway back. Black Nightmare didn’t like it here to much and he was prepared to break into a run if something or someone threatened him. The baying of the dogs was but an annoyance as he stopped to peer into a house. The sun’s reflection on the window glared into him and caused him to narrow his eyes. Everything in there was weird-he’d never seen those funny frilly things before. Tilting his head to one side out of curiosity, the wolf continued to spy inside the house, wondering what it would be like to roam around in there.

Strawberry

Life was full of twists and turns, full of hate and love, grief and happiness.

Strawberry knew it, everyone probably did. The pregnant she-wolf limped down the streets, sides bulging with pups sired by the great Sora. Strawberry looked at the chained up mongrels behind those barred fences, growling and hissing at the wild wolf; but really they envied her wild and pure heart. They simply wished they were like Strawberry, they wished they could run the streets without a chain and human in tow, they wished they could hunt animals, and beseech the dry, pellet food. But, sometimes, Strawberry wished she could live a life like them. Carefree. Effortless. No need to worry about starving. Strawberry's life was like hell, and she knew she shouldn't be wandering the streets, alone and pregnant. But Strawberry was too foolish to find a pack or a home.

Seeing Black Nightmare, the she-wolf was rather excited. Another wolf. But Strawberry was causious fellow, and stood a great distance behind him as he approached the house. It was a foolish thing to do, go to a human-inhabitated house. Strawberry's blood pumped with dismay, the scent of humans flooding into her nostrils. They weren't nearby, but that wouldn't last for a eternity! "I wouldn't go in there, if I was you," Strawberry warned the male, tail held low and ears rather pulled back. The red-hued Gray Wolf looked at Nightmare, eyes dull, "The human inhabitant won't be long, I'm sure."