Pentagon part 3He took a few more steps forward, the moonlight beams seemed to be focused around her, illuminating her body, something about her seemed special, she was different none the less he'd never seen a sandy coloured wolf. Or any wolf with that kind of wound, she seemed smaller than the wolves around her, her frame more slight like she was more built for speed than long distance. She didn't look particularly well fed either her bones were quite prominent. He sat back, he would stay here with her protect her while she slept, this was not the place to be on your own wounded at night. He wondered what that flying thing was, it didn't seem natural, it didn't look grown it looked, built like the chimps and monkeys in the forest built crude tools from different things. This was on a different scale though, it was so much more complex and they had made it fly like a bird. His head hurt with thinking about how they could possibly do that, maybe it was full of thousands of birds and they made it fly
Pentagon part 2He set of the taste of blood still strong in his mouth, along a dusty path leading out if the forest his eyes always trained on the moon following it willing it to reveal its secrets. The path way surrounded by tall trees almost touching a the top, it was like a tunnel, it was still quite bright under the shining blaze of the full moon still visible through the trees. The light filtered down almost like it was sunlight, but this moonlight was less harsh more softer more magical.
That's when he heard it, above some sort of massive moving object there was so much noise like something turning and turning like a big wind storm, he ran into the cover of the trees quickly, this big object scared him so. The big object seemed to be lowering downwards and the wind from it was whipping up the dust on the path so the whole beauty of the moonlight was obscured by the dust and the massive flying object. It had hit the tree canopy now and the big circles making all of the wind were cutting away the
Pentagon part 1He lay there, his body obscured only his glowing yellow eyes visible and they were intent upon the hare in front of him, it was knowing on some grass unsuspecting of its observer. It was observant sitting up every few seconds to check for any approach, but he was hidden to well to be suspected. Hidden back here between the trees, his breathing was low and controlled, he knew the Hare would still hear him; he had to wait, wait for the right moment. He turned his head from left to right hearing his neck crack, too low for the Hare to hear, he was warming up. He took a tentative step with his left paw, he was careful and practised, and he watched his breath held. He leant down bending his ankles preparing, he then sprung leapt from the trees, he saw the Hare look up its eyes wide with the fear; he could smell the blood rushing faster and faster in its veins as its heart went into overdrive. Before it could thinking another though he came down his teeth around its neck, he leant down, hold
Pentagon ProulougeThe wolf ran down the sand dune, its claws making no purchase on the fine grains, she started running faster and with this she fell, rolling down the hill her legs pulled inwards her eyes closed tight as the sand whipped up around her. She felt the impact as she hit the floor, she felt the breath be knocked from her body and the pain as her head hit the floor. She rolled onto her stomach and used her tired legs to push herself up and to propel her forwards over the sand, pushing herself to keep running. She dug her paws in using the joints in her ankles to help project her forwards, she felt like she was flying. The only though that was in her mind was too keep running, running through the pain in her head through the exhaustion knowing at her legs. She had to keep her eyes partially closed because of the sand, luckily she had quite long eyelashes to stop most of it, she was used to this terrain, her body built to cope with this climate. That's when she heard it, that awful screeching