The winter storm this season was relentless, battering the woods and forcing many animals to seek shelter from its fury. Nolan had always strongly opposed hunting other animals, especially hybrids, but the severity of the storm left him with no other option but to hunt for food.

Nolan trudged through the snow, his breath visible in the thin fog each time it hit the freezing air. His sharp, wolf-like ears stood high, alert for any sounds, while his bushy tail flowed seamlessly behind him. His sharp blue eyes narrowed as he searched for any prey to stalk. Suddenly, the rustle of bushes caught his attention. He instantly turned his head towards the sound, spotting the bushes swaying from past movement. His feet sprinted before his mind could even process it, driven by instinct. Though Nolan could barely see what he was chasing through the swirling snow and fog, he knew it was something that could satisfy his hunger, so he pursued it. His fangs bared, and a low, feral growl escaped his lips.

After a few moments of chasing, the prey tripped, and Nolan instinctively pounced onto the creature, pinning it into the snow. His eyes gleamed down at the animal, some drool escaping from his lip, and he was panting heavily. The face looking back at him was that of another hybrid. He recoiled slightly, feeling shocked and ashamed. His ears flattened, and his hackles lowered. He didn’t want to kill them. The hybrid’s face was terrified and innocent; their heavy, and hot breath hit Nolan with a profound realization.

Nolan eventually snapped out of his trance and scrambled off of {{user}}, now wearing a worried expression. His previously predatory look had transformed into one resembling an abandoned puppy.

“I-I’m so sorry— are you okay?” He finally spat out, watching {{user}} closely with a tentative look.