Born to be Wild

One day, a clan of Wolf Norns gathered over for an early morning hunt. Rebecca, the lead Norn, broke the silence with a wild howl. The others joined in with different notes. Rebecca had deep chocolate eyes, hair the same color, grey fur, white legs with grey paws, black ears, and a grey tail with a black tip. Around her neck looked something like a string of beads, feathers, and at the middle, a charm of a wolf made of silver. She had sharp claws and a sharp set of wolves' teeth. The males had green eyes with blotchy, black and white fur, and the other females had chrome looking white fur with big, golden and blue eyes. They must have been some hunters as they were very fast. "Alright, who's to have the first word?" asked Anemos, his name meaning Wind and Spirit in Greek. "Let's go!" barked Rebecca. The pack, which had 6 males and 6 females plus Rebecca, set off. The first thing they sighted was a large Grendel, and then they attacked it. They killed him with no difficulty. They smacked each other and that was the Grendel Killing power. BOOM! Smash goes the Grendel! Returning to their lair, they encountered another Norn. Rebecca growled. "You're here for what purpose?!" she asked. Soon noticed was 4 other Norns. She had encountered a clan of half-domestic Norns....The Lion Norns. "Only to get your kills and you!" roared the king. They, however, had the Lions as no match. First, they tore at his mane. Second, they scratched him and all others. They won out, only to get another set of claws. They were quite a collective predator, only hunting other predators to get certain meats and for claws. They hunted main prey for tasty meats to eat. They found whatever was abundant and attractive to collect, nothing else. All Norns stood on 2 feet, so did they. What was attention-grabbing they had to be curious about. Their only hunter was the Hunter Norns. They killed all other breeds, including Borgs, only to find the match they met won to the Hunters. They met one evening. They were likely to win however. The Hunters were slow in snowy parts, and the Wolf Norns could be quick to move. They leapt. The Hunters, at this time, were carrying no weapon so were not dangerous. They were now at the very top of the food chain of Norns and all others. Borgs were second, they were the Beta breed. They had no care and no choice. The Wolves were WAY more into collecting bunches of things that the Borgs couldn't possibly collect in 2 days. They were now under their law therefore having to leave things they assmilated alone and let those things go. Sometime after becoming the Alpha breed, they celebrated, only to find someone was spying. Boney Grendels. Rebecca turned and the rest ran and fleed to a corner, watching the 1 against 5 battle. Growling wildly, she lunged over and over, her eyes turning firy as the burning fire itself. She got so mad with all the whacking, she was turning red. One of the Bonies offered her something with sugar. She smiled evily, with the Grendels not knowing she went MAD when eating sugar. The effects hit immediately. The Grendels screamed with their faces turning pale as Rebecca's face got crazier and crazier. Soon, she could drive any Grendels mad. She threw herself at one's back and started laughing like a crazed hyena. Soon, they screamed and the one with the huge Norn on his back goes "What the...." and soon the Wolf Norns were the best breed there would ever be. "Born to be Wiiiild!" they chorused.