Dove was alone. She had always been alone. Born alone in a dim den with no other pups. A mother who abandoned her and a father who wanted her dead. No pack to take care of her or another creature of her race to comfort her either. Other woodland animals steered clear of her since she was considered the enemy. Sadness ate away at her heart, making her cold and rude. She was careless and harsh, ill tempered and had no love or compassion in her soul. A lone she-wolf was she and alone she was destine to be.
The deadly winter winds shifted and blew into her face making her shiver and close her eyes. With a grunt, she stood up slowly and shook off the snowflakes that had accumulated on her body. Blowing one off her snout, she gazed out across her fast meadow she claimed and searched anything or anyone. Nothing. Nothing but blankets of snow and small dead weeds peeking out of its drifts. Annoyed with it all, she launched herself forward and raced across the meadow with blinding speed. Her strong legs carried her across the deep snow with ease and she left big dips where she had once been. Her teeth were bared with aggravation as she spurred herself harder onward into the trees on the opposing side. She had to do something to take out her stress before she went mad. All she ever wanted was love, a friend even, but her heartless nature prevented that. She kept her sad heart locked in chained and had tossed the key years ago. She slowed her pace suddenly when the scent of deer drifted up her nasal cavities and hit the hunting switch. She crouched down in the snow, almost invisible and crept forward until she came upon a buck with a doe. The two frolicked happily together, obviously in love, around the small clearing. Dove watched as the two embraced each other with evil and jealous eyes. She tore from the brush with a angry snarl and stood before the two with her ears pinned against her skull and her fangs exposed. The buck took his spot before his mate and snorted at her. Dove was unsure about which life to take. She saw the doe slowly inching away and made her decision when the buck faltered and looked to his mate. Propelling forward, Dove attacked the male with expert skill and clung to its back. It tried to get to her with its rack. It bellowed and cried out angrily and also fearfully for its life. Holding on with her paws, she hissed in his ear, "If i must die alone...so shall you." with that, she snapped his spine and plummeted to the ground with him. He lay there dead with his eyes open and fixed on the spot his doe stood. Dove panted heavily and followed his gaze up to the female who started for her slowly. The doe's lips parted as she spoke through her tears, "Why? What good has that done?" Dove rose up and bent forward, her mouth about to speak her answer but the doe was gone. Vanished. Now even more angry, Dove picked up her kill and drug it home where she sat in dead center of her field and tore the beast to pieces. The snow was stained in its blood. She was stained in its blood and it seemed as though everything was stained red. Crimson rivers of sadness and anger flooding her entire life....
Dove pulled away from her kill, no longer a deer, with a bloody snout and through back her head in anguish. Her lips parted, she searched her throat for the right note, and she began to howl. She forced all of her sadness, anger, pain, sorrow, and desire for love into that one eerie note and sang it to the lonesome moon that hid behind the thick clouds that continued to snow down upon her...seeing nothing.
