UP IN BLIZLOW MOUNTAINS

Panting, running sniffing, running. He left huge clouds of snow after each pounding and strong stride he took with his swift and knowing paws. He could smell it, but the wind continuously changed direction, making it impossible to tell which way it was coming from. But he knew if he kept following the ever-changing wind he would find it. He didn’t know if he was the hunter or the hunted. The wind would bring him the scent from in front, then behind, then in front of him again. It was all shockingly confusing, but he refused to be!
Icalave weightlessly skimmed past the trees in quickening passes, the sun’s brilliant light making the snow into an unbearable glow of white. But he could take it, even if he had to squint to see. The changing wind made it hard but not impossible to tell him where everything was so he could safely sweep by them.
The scent then quickly changed. It was more of a sweet smell now. Before it was coarser like another Wolvian’s scent. The wind stilled itself, like it was ready to be pounced upon. Icalave could feel the tension in it, could feel its coward ness and taste it’s sweat.
There were no prints in the snow for Icalave to follow so he was heavily relying on his nose. Every movement that dared made sound in the now deadly silent air caught his attention. He cautiously made his way to the edge of a clearing were he could see some snow had been disturbed. The tenacious heartbeat quickened. He could feel it, hear it, almost within reach with his now bared teeth. Ready to attack at any moment, he slowly crept up to the disturbed snow, the sweet smell growing stronger every inch.
Snow gushed up behind Icalave as he gave one huge push with his hind legs, launching him in the air towards the pile of snow. With a loud howl he plunged into the snow and a loud yelp was what responded. His front paws came in contact with white fur which was difficult to see through the thrown up snow. He pushed and pinned down whatever part of this other creature he could touch and gave a loud threatening, but triumphant, growl.  He waited for the snow to settle again, which melted straight away on his hot back, before he stared into the eyes of his prisoner. The sun was blazing down brightly, making the white furred creature and the snow blend with each other in the glare. He took a deep breath to cover his panting and breathed out heavily onto the other Wolvian’s face.
He could see a hint of green on top of its head and green stripes as well. The markings around its eyes were hard to make out due to the eyes being shut so hard and the paws with jet-black nails held up in front of its face in a hopeless defence. The eyes began to open slightly to reveal they had leafy shaped markings around them, whilst the defending paws receded slowly.
“Genera?!” Icalave immediately retreated off her in shock. Genera was part of the Nature Wolvian’s, which spread off into three categories; Flora, Fauna and Earth. Each having beautiful characteristics and traits. Flora having a sickly sweet, but pleasing smell with beautiful whits furs like newly budded white roses, but unfortunately not being terribly bright. Fauna being gracious in each stride but uncontrollably wild. Earth being brutally strong but not fast moving. Genera came from the Flora breed, which lead her to being in the most strangest places.
“Genera, I almost struck at you!” Icalave was starting to get light-headed, but repeatedly tried to shake it off. Genera came from an allied group of Wolves. To kill her would be sentencing himself to live as an enemy to all for the rest of his days. “I nearly killed you! What are you doing out here? You know its not safe to be out here when the Wind hunters are in their hunting season.”
“Sorry.” Genera got up and shook all the snow that had stuck to her back when Icalave had pinned her down. Her brilliant green main gave an out-of-seasoned look to the atmosphere which was mainly whits with jiggered lines of brown for trees. “I didn’t mean to get in the way or anything, its just that Wolves have been disappearing and nobody has been telling me about it. I get curious. Nobody can blame me for that. Not even Aura herself. But I’m really sorry.” Genera’s voice started trembling. She was very sensitive but was always the one to pull through things, even if she wasn’t as bright as the sun that day.
“I almost had him too,” Icalave muttered, making it loud enough for her to hear. He knew that she already felt miserable about t but the swelling anger inside him let it slip.
“I said I was sorry. And from where I was watching it looked like he nearly had you.” Her voice was worried. He looked at her with puzzlement, cocked his head to one side and asked, “Nearly had me?”
“Well yeah. Well at first it looked as though you knew what you were doing, but then you started running around in a big circle. I could tell you were getting confused and it was having a play with you…”
“Wait. Playing with me?”
“Yeah. Playing with you…”
“Could you see it?” Genera started getting a little annoyed but understood.
“No, but I could certainly tell. I may not be the brightest star in the sky but I’m not that stupid!” Genera looked slightly taken aback by her statement and a small grin pressed itself onto her face. She gave a small blush as she saw Icalave looking at her because he looked slightly impressed with her smart statement. It was probably the smartest thing she had said about herself. “I think it was trying to get you into a certain spot although I’m not sure it all got a bit confusing after the playing because nothing really happened. I could see you sniffing something out because the stillness of the air made it easier. I saw you heading my way and started panicking. You should’ve seen the look on your face, it was terrifying! I thought you were gunna kill me and I had no idea what to do!” Icalave thought of a few things but decided, after a mental debate, that they were not the best options for Genera.
“Did you see what happened to the Wind hunter?” Icalave was determined to catch him. He felt embarrassed that he was played with his own prey. It was not in his nature to be the one who had to be afraid.
“No." Genera gave a slight frown," That’s why it was all so confusing. The wind just stopped and it disappeared. I have no idea why. Perhaps it was me. If I hadn’t been there and caught your attention on my smell, maybe you’d still be hunting it?” Genera gave a meaningful look into Icalave’s eyes. It gave another sorry message but he turned away and dismissed it. He knew that if she hadn’t been there he’d still be being played with or otherwise dead. He looked up to the sun to find it had just passed midday and turned back to Genera. He could see how sorry she was with her eyes looking into the ground. He walked up in front of her and stuck his head into her downward gaze. He brought his head back up, her gaze following it. He sighed and swung his head to the side.
“You’re the reason I’m alive.”