Writing for Graveyard drawing Quad as a wolf. Hope I got your character correct, but if there are any mistakes let me know.

I wrote this as a precursor to the betrayal, when she still had her pack. I hope this is okay.

Parts of this are graphic so be warned

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The Moon chose to hide tonight. No matter. I see him in the darkness., the thoughts were quick and quiet in her mind. She cloaked herself in the shadows of the trees, her eyes were slightly illuminating. It would be the only thing that could give her away.

She stared at her foe, a heavy-built panther had taken down a wolf and was hastily feeding from the fallen. It wasn't a wolf that Amadalia knew. In fact, it was a wolf from another pack, who must have strayed from safety and met his end here. No, it wasn't anyone she knew, but it angered her all the same.

This panther was a threat to her own pack. And thus, he needed to be taken care of.

She took a step from the shadows, positioning her toned legs, ready to charge at the black creature. And at the moment he turned toward her, the werewolf sprung. She was too quick for him, her jagged antlers gouging the panther. He toppled back, managing to land on his paws, but the wounds were deep. His black fur began to stain red from the blood dripping out.

The panther snarled. Mist rushed from his mouth in the frigid air. Amadalia could understand what he was saying to her - "What in the hell are you? Are you a wolf or a deer?"

She didn't reply, but simply took a few steps toward him. She could tell he was startled, the open wounds on his side already causing him to go into partial shock. He was going to fight for his catch, he couldn't allow this to be the last meal he ate.

Damn the Moon for not being out tonight..., Amadalia cursed in her thoughts. The two black-furred creatures circled one another, the dead wolf in the center. A half-circle of blood droplets trailed from the panther's path.

He stopped and stared her down once again. And then, without aggravation, he pounced again. Amadalia rose up, her front paws catching the panther in mid-air, her fangs biting into his shoulder, ripping bits of his flesh and muscle out as she threw him to the ground.

The panther struggled to his paws, cringing and snarling painfully. He was absolutely no match for the werewolf, and defeated, he tried to limp away. Every step caused him great pain, his wounds bleeding more now. Amadalia did not follow him, but simply watched as he got a few feet away before collapsing.

His body shivered terribly, the loss of blood too much for him to handle. And in his last moments, he watched her from the corner of his eye. "What...the...hell...are...y...?", he spoke the words with each labored breath, not able to finish the sentence. The black creature's body relaxed, his eye still open, still staring at the werewolf.

Amadalia let out a tremendous howl. The victory was hers and hers alone. The threat upon her pack was no more.

And soon after, other howls were heard - those of her pack. They came quickly to find the bodies of the foreign wolf and the panther, both torn and blood soaked.

"Are you hurt? What did he do?", one of her brothers asked. The alpha scoffed, "The panther never touched me. He was not a challenge."

"And the dead wolf?", another of her pack asked. Amadalia looked to the fallen wolf, "Dead when I got here. He must have been poorly trained."

She turned to them all, "Eat, my brothers and sisters.", she ordered.

"But...do we eat our own kind?", one of the she-wolves asked.

Amadalia turned to her, "That wolf is not our kind. That is a pathetic excuse for a wolf, to die alone shames his pack. But he is not our kind."

The alpha chose not to speak anything else, leaving her pack there to feast on the two bodies. She was not hungry this night.

She disappeared into the shadows, finding a place alone, where she sat. They didn't notice it, but she had a tiny scratch on her neck. The panther just barely caught her with one of his claws, though her fur easily hid it. She would never tell them of this, and it would heal quickly so they would never see it.

She stared up at the sky. No Moon tonight.

Damn the Moon for hiding tonight., she thought.