(S)trawberry *Fields* F.orever {Sivvy}

[Destiny]

There is nothing left to catch.
My paws have carried me all over the terra today.
I have searched in every crevice, crook and cranny.
Under every pebble and behind every tree.
There is no prey, and if there are any left, they're damn good at hide n' seek.
There is no other choice.
Forgive me.

Weaving through the forest the beta's heart pounded madly in his chest. Iver knew that what he had to do for his pack was wrong. The beta knew that he was breaking so many rules, but what must be done must be done.

But what will Nightshade say?
What will she think?
What will she do?

The thoughts burned in the abyss of his mind. Destroying any sense of right and wrong that might have been left. Even thinking those thoughts was against the rules, those thoughts about Nightshade. Beautiful, intelligent, divine, understanding Nightshade.

Doesn't matter does it?
Doesn't matter to you?
Damn it, you know it matters.
Everything Nightshade says, feels, does matters.
Nightshade matters.
The pack matters.
Nightshade.
The Pack.
Nightshade...
The Pack...
Nightshade...

How in the name of the Twilight Realm was he supposed to choose between his loyalty and his love? Wait, no. It was more like his loyalty and his loyalty, though his love was stronger then loyalty he'd dismiss thoughts of it now. Who was he more loyal to? Nightshade, his love, or The Yozorans, his life. Wait. If love is life, and life is love, then both should not be seperated as they are, should they?

Doesn't matter.
Right now you must get food for the pack.
And you must steal it.
That is how it is.

The scent was like a wall. When it hit his nostrils the brute abruptly skidded to a halt. One front paw on the other side of the border, the rest of him still in Yozoran territory.

Am I really going to do this?

[Sivoncé™]

A soft wind blew through the wood, bringing with it the message of a storm. All was silent on the Siverian side of the border; nothing was stirring but the leaves as the breeze rippled through them.
It stood out in a flashy, elegant, acidic pose. It's violet petals curled up towards the ends, and it's yellow, tear-drop center was dipped towards the dirt. But the sneeze from the skies had ruffled it's position, and it now seemed to face Iver, whispers shooting at him like arrows on fire. And, if indeed this mysterious death trap was setting its gaze upon Iver, it would hold an unconceivably wicked glare, hatred and challenge roaring at the wolf who was bold enough to enter the terra.
And though the trees were now stilled, the silence was far gone.

[Destiny]

Along the creature's figure the skin was dirty, tangled,dull. No longer did the gorgeous canvas of greys and browns among other shades and hues carry the beautiful glimmer of health. Not like it once had. True, the muscles could still be seen clearly on his figure, but they were all he had left. No fat, therefore the ribs could be seen through his fur. Never the less, beta was far from beaten and not even near death from exhaustion or starvation.

If it truly did stare at him, brute did not notice. Optics were glazed, picturing the delighted faces of the pups as they had meat in their bellies. The smiles of neophytes and proeliators as they finally had food. The Yozorans no longer on the edge of starvation. Iver could make that happen, all brute needed to do was take another step forward, and then another, and another. To scent the air, find the prey, and taste the flesh and blood on his jaws. That was all.

One paw, with a rather large perimeter to it, was slowly lifted into the air. Carefully reached for wards until the soil that was not that of his own pack met it. Though beast spoke to himself, and only himself, he still felt as if the words must be spoken. So quiet that no one else should hear, no one who was not meant to. Iver prayed, as he spoke the words, that somehow, someway, they made it to Nightshade's ears. "Forgive me."