Ethan Seth Startton's Story

The smell of coffe wafted through Ethan's door.he groaned at the sound of his animals put side, making noise like a zoo.
He had the responsibility of looking after the animals of his family. Specks, silkies son, was curled up in a ball on Ethan's shoulder. "Aw hey there." Ethan said, proping himself up on his elbows. Specks yawned, and got clumsily to his feet, jumped of the bed and went looking for food.
Ethan got out of bed, and pulled on a plain white polo and jeans. He ran down the stairs, and slid down the rail.
His mother was cooking in the kitchen. "Hey sweetie !" Ah said, resting her arm on his shoulders. "Hey mum." Ethan's mum and dad were alphas of his pack, and he was in training. So far he was going good;he could speak clearly and had good skills with his pack mates.
"Im going hunting." He said. Humans could never imagine eating raw meat, but when wolves their instinct for meat was just like eating KFC to humans.
He ran outside, leaping into his wolf form. He didn't have to worry about people seeing him, since he was in the country, and had a huge forest near his house. He bounded deep into it, and the wind tugged at his black pelt. He ignored it, pausing for a second to scent the air.

He soon found the scent of a wild deer. He would take joy killing one, because they were like pests to farm lands. ((Not really)) he found it bent over a small river stream. Ethan's stomach grumbled, and he swallowed. He bent into hunters crouch, and paw by paw he crept closer to the doe. It was elderly, and soon to die anyway,so he was doing it a favour. He pounced, and bit down on its throat before it could react. It died instantly, and he tore into it.

When he finished, heroic a quick lapp at the river, before running back home.