let's dance. [p]

[Gotham]

i pad through the forest, milky blue eyes fixated in front of me. i stop, hearing a noise to my right. it sounds a lot like munching leaves, and so i speedily yet silently sprint towards the sound. it's as i guessed - a deer. a fat one, too. it has hints of grey on its pelt and is half-asleep. i almost felt bad for it. almost. i creep forward again, then start to run. i use my momentum to spring off the ground and onto the panicked deer's back. it bucks, but i dig in tightly with my claws and bite its neck firmly until it stops quivering and is very much dead. the smell of blood makes my mouth water and i dig in quickly before another wolf can come and kill me. i'm about halfway through my meal when i hear rustling in front of me. i swallow the flesh in my mouth and look around, ears alert and muscles tense. "who's there?" i call out in a tense voice.

Nyx

[Nyx]

Nyx's large black forepaws were dragging the rest of her body forward as she went through the forest. She was starving - so much so that she was going to eat grass. Her one deep blue eye glinted in the moonlight, and it illuminated her eye socket, rimmed with crusty blood and slightly pink flesh. Her torn nose was useless. Her ears were the only thing she could use, and so the mad wolf used them, listening for anything to eat. She eventually heard some rustling and got excited, crouching in a hunter's crouch. Spit hung out of her jaws as she crept forward, then came across a carcass, with another wolf with it's nose in it. She began to snarl, then realised who it was a split second before the wolf called out, 'who's there?' Nyx's stone-hard gaze softened as she went forward. "Gotham. You've grown." she noted, letting a small yet warm smile slip. "Mind if I eat? I am your mother, after all." Without waiting for an answer, the black wolf hunched down and tore a gigantic piece of flesh off of the deer. She chewed, relishing the taste of meat. "You know, I'd always wondered what happened to you."

[Gotham]

i freeze as the wolf speaks my name. that voice... no. she's supposed to be dead. i swallow and nod meekly as my mother leans down and takes a piece the size of my head out of the deer. i want to scream and run away, but my paws are frozen to the ground. "n-nyx. mother." i manage, lowering myself to the ground and resting my chin on my forepaws. "i thought you were dead..." i say in a small voice, trying not to get choked up.

[Nyx]

Nyx finished her hunk of meat, and she licked her lips, sighing happily. "That's me." she says, flicking her tail and pausing to listen to her pup's words. Her deep blue eyes widened, and she went forward, surrounding Gotham with her warm body. She rasped her tongue over her pup's head, cooing something inaudible and continually licking her genderless pup.