The hunt

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Neveah's POV

"Moose at 8 O'clock" my brother hollers out and I turn and chase the moose that he was referencing. My parents aren't with us right now cause my dad is really ill and my mom has to stay home and watch over him. My brother is nineteen and I'm seventeen, in case you were wondering my brothers name is Noah. He makes me want to punch him in the throat all the time but when times get hard, he's always there to cheer me up. I jump in the air and grip the moose by the throat. It's a quick death so I don't feel too bad about it, and we don't kill for sport we kill because we need to. Wait hold on..... I smell something...someone I smell someone. I don't recognize this scent. Ugh sometimes I just hate being a wolf because it increases my curiosity, I head north west until the scent is clearer to me. I still don't understand this beastly yet charming smell. This smell is familiar to me but... how do I remember this smell. This smell gives me a weird vibe, i feel domination. I can feel axiety, fear, joy, anything but this feels like pride, domination, and guilt. Udder guilt. It's strong. I keep smelling the air around but then I suddenly hear a mysterious chuckle coming from the canopy of the trees. I immediately look up but I see nothing. Now I sense evil pure evil. What is this? I think to myself.  "NEVEAH!!!" Noah screams and I look back at him as im snatched my my back paws and dragged into the air.  The tree branches smack me and put me out cold..

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