The Luna's Husky

Leaves rustling as the wind rushes past. Brambles crunch, snow flies around and twigs snap underfoot. Howls and barks echo in the chilly night as the full moon lights the darkened trees.

"CATCH HIM! HE MUST NOT GET AWAY OR DAMON WILL HAVE OUR HEADS!" A gruff voice growled as the group ran through the woods. The guards of the DarkClaw clan were giving chase once again. This was almost a nightly thing between them and their target. 

Amadaus,  the head of the guards, led the group onwards. He had grown to despise these hunts yet they also drove him to continue the thrill of hunting. The large gray wolf snarled once again: "DAMON NEEDS MOTUS ALIVE...FOR NOW. CATCH HIM!"

Ahead of the group, almost a few meters away was Motus. He ran in his black and white husky form; laughing away at their attempt to catch him. "You'll never get your filthy paws on me! Hahaha we've done this hunt every night and you've had no luck! Just give up already!" 

Motus jeered back at them as he continued to run. Though he never liked being in a prey's position, the excitement of eluding an enemy was joyous to the Alpha. Just as he came upon the thicket tunnel he always escaped through, a large dark form pounced him back into a nearby oak tree. Having a large paw around Motus's neck...was Damon. 

"Wasn't expecting me this time, were you pup? I've watched you give my Guards the slip countless times. Playing hard to get I see...why not just step down and give me the Silent Moon Territory? It'll be so much easier for you." Damon's voice was deep and his emerald eyes shone under the pale moon's glimmer.

His dark brown fur almost looks black in the shadows of the trees that were around them. Motus, though struggling to break Damon's grasp, chuckled at his offer. 

"Thanks, but no thanks. We all know who's the REAL alpha in this Territory as well as in your own. You're just a pup playing. So be a good boy, let me go, and sit." Motus reached up and patted Damon's head like he was a pet. 

As soon as he did so, Damon clamped his maw onto Motus's arm with a bone crunching bite. Motus yawned out and Damon threw him into another tree. As Motus laid stunned, Damon recited a verse: "Sub lunam vis currere per secura... Sola res meminit canem timidum... sic timidus canis in aeternum eris." (So all you want to do is run..run and be carefree..the only thing that runs is a scared dog. So a scared dog you shall forever be) 

As Damon finished the verse, Motus's body shivers and glows a bright blue before fading. The group catches up and Damon turns to face Amadaus."Get rid of him. He's no threat to us now. Meet back at Raptor Cove and we will discuss the takeover."  

Amadaus nods and they take Motus. After traveling a good while, they come to a cliff edge. "Look who's given up..heh...good riddance." He tossed Motus over the edge and let him fall below. His body tumbled on until it came to a stop at a treeline near a road. He laid there in the snow, when a bright light flashed just beyond his place.