The young male walked through the lands with every intention to stay away from the pack. He say alone in the grasses, feeling the bugs of the plains crawl all over him. He thought about what if he just disappeared. What would happen? Would they care? Would they miss him? He doubted that they would even give him a second thought when or if he even came to mind. he was done. He had nothing to do for himself anymore. Nothing left to live for. Nothing to keep him going. At his time in moment, he knew. He was ready. He released one last howl before wandering deeper into the lands in search of something, anything, to take his life. Berries, predator, rogue, anything. He walked along, his handsome fur still sleek and shining in the autumn sun. His pads were almost hot to the touch when he moved along the dirt pathways. Kicking rocks and pebbles with every step, he watched his paws as he walked forward. Nothing but his paws and the rocks tumbling at his feet. Nothing was as important to him than what was going to happen to him today. Death. it would meet him soon. He wanted it to take him with one little swipe of it's paw. Take him away from here forever. Make him happy in his own world. Put him to rest.

No sign of any life. He plopped himself in the middle of the large pathway. He hoped someone or something would come and take him out of his miserable life. or even wait for the heat to make his body shrivel up and die with hunger and dehydration. Anything. He pleaded in his own mind about someone to come. "Kill me now!" He yowled and closed his eye as dirt and debris hit his eyes as he dropped his head to the ground, waiting.

Autumn. Such a wonderful time of year. The landscape was dying, fading away and changing for the better. The snow was a fun time. It was called and helped the predator in the best ways possible. The agile hunter moved along his path, smelling the dead scents of things past. Some of them were prey, others were equal hunters. The predator was careful, most of the time. But he knew that things would never be completely safe. As he wandered, his mouth hung open slightly. His nostrils caught the scent of a living wolf. it was not too far from the area he walked. The large male hunkered close to the ground, hovering closely as he made his way closer. The brute shouted out to the world and for this, the predator would answer his cry. It was saddening and yet, he could not help himself. He moved carefully towards the canine, eyes focused on the road ahead. His breath was quiet, almost non existent. His tail curled behind his back, swaying gently as he stared at the wolf. He prowled even closer and soon was a mere few inches from his back. Pushing back the weight on his hind legs, he launched himself forward, springing onto the wolf. His jaws opened wide and his claws extended to their full length. He ripped through flesh and fur, cutting to the very bone. The wolf did not fight back and this made it even more easy for the killer. The large feline bit, tore, ripped, and shredded everything the wolf had. Blood spilled onto the dirt, creating mud. Once the beast was dead, he consumed what he could and moved on, leaving the remains for the vultures or any other creatures who would lay waste to the carcass.