Napie's Peak~ Entry 1

 The crisp cold air nipped at the paws of the traveling huntress. Drool flowed from her slobbery lips as she tensed in the evergreen bushes. Waiting....just waiting for her chance to strike. Napie, a young coyote, or yodi, was hunting. It was her chance to show her pack she was a fine huntress. Her big brown eyes, shadowed by her reddish brown fur, were pinned onto the pulse. The pulse which lay beneath the husky neck of a bull elk. One by one, her paw's shaped the earth in a silent way. Her body creeping forward as the time seemed to drain from her body and soul. Flea's bit at her hide, bees and flies both buzzed in her furry ears, but nothing stopped the huntress. She stopped, dead silent in a sea of noise insects and waited. The bull elk rose his head, and Napie then BOLTED. She slammed her weight into the elk's neck, enclosing her jaws around the husky skin. Her drool slimed his skin and made it hard to hold on as the wild ride began. Soon blood slowed into Napie's mouth and the bull's struggles grew more and more feeble. At last, after a hour of fighting. Napie had claimed her prize, food and now a future for her pack.