Night was always the time for the hunt to begin.
As was usual, the young wolf awoke before most of the others had stirred. It was her job to wake most of the others anyway. She began her inspection of herself, carefully grooming the twigs and knots from her hair. She wasn't a wolf, far from it, but she behaved like she was. Her hair was a soft grey colour, but not from age, just from design, though it was very long, having never been cut before. The tanned skin was marred with dirt and had a few red marks here and there. These were from another wolf of course, but it hadn't been something bad, they had been playing.
She often played with the other wolves, mostly the younger ones, as when they got older playing wasn't their top priority.
She ran her hands through her hair, carefully nibbling at it to remove any knots or foreign particles. That was something else, she had hands. Thumbs. She wasn't a wolf, she thought herself very strange from the other wolves, but they treated her like she was just one of them. That was always nice actually. They didn't consider her different. The rest of the wolves were being roused from their sleep. They would go on the hunt, but she didn't find herself that hungry.
There was something that made the wolves uneasy, she could sense it. This usually meant that there was something that wasn't supposed to be. Last time it had been some two legged creatures, but this wasn't the same uneasiness. The last time they had been like this, it meant there was some other creature, perhaps one of those very large deer that had the giant antlers. They were dangerous, the sheer bulk, the hooves, and the antlers were very dangerous and deadly. However, it was a good meal.
The woman decided she would take it upon herself to find out. With a purposeful crawl she left their den and started her run. She would crawl amongst the wolves like they did, but when on the run, she found that becoming a two legged was a lot more efficient. She could run fast, and she could manoeuvre quite a lot easier.
There was a lot to be done, but it was soon apparent that it wasn't a large deer that was out there. The howl that broke the air meant it was another wolf, one that wasn't part of the pack. However, it wasn't another pack like they sometimes encountered, but...just one wolf. Just one howl.
She slowed down as she approached a clearing, noticing the shape within it. Her eyes were adjusted for night, she could see in it clearly, very clearly, her life had been darkness usually, during the day she stayed inside the den to ensure she could see at night. The wolf was a lot larger than the wolves in her pack, save for the alphas, but he didn't have normal looking fur...and the eyes were not normal either.
She let out a low whine, getting down on her belly with her legs tucked in. A sign of submission, in case the other wolf was in a foul mood. She didn't want it to attack, she knew she'd never be able to take it. Angering the other wolf would be most unwise. Perhaps it was just passing through, just walking through the forest. That was a hope to say the least.