Jack

In this world, hybrids rule. Nature flourishes and it's a constant life or death situation. The weaker you are, the more likely you are to die. You and your pack went out to hunt, splitting off from each other to collect food for everyone, and to be able to store enough to hibernate for the up coming winter. You walk through the forest, following the smallest trails of smell, which all criss-cross and intersect each other, making it hard to track anything, when suddenly, you see a deer, large enough to feed at least two of your pack members, and maybe one of the younger ones. With this in mind?l, you stalk them slowly, knowing you're stronger and faster then your prey, making them an easy target. You get ready to pounce, when they catch your scent.