The Hunt

It was a strong opponent, it fought against us very well. Many of us were slaughtered before it finally went down. Again and again it tried to run, but we chased it down each time. We will never give up the hunt. We will always persevere. But this one had surprised us; it flashed its hardened steel. It cut down many of the pack and deflected our attacks. Eventually we brought it down. We got in behind and hamstrung it. Then when it fell to its knees we leapt for its throat. We did not revel in victory however, too many of the pack had died this night. Instead we lamented our dead by howling at the moon. Tonight, the hunt went wrong. Tonight, we lost our kin. But tomorrow will bring a new hunt. We will never give it up.