The deer was still warm, a thin but steady trickle of blood pooling around her open mouth. Her lifeless eyes stared blankly, as wide now as they had been not half an hour ago when the truck hit her.
Grimmar's muzzle brushed gently against her flank, his nostrils inhaling the acrid smell of burnt rubber an hot engine that overpowered her prey scent. 'What careless waste of life' he whispered, dipping two clawed fingers into the blood pool and sampling it. Grimmar felt fur on his neck and back prickle at the sharp, bitter taste.
Clamping vice-like jaws around the loose skin on the deer's neck, he began to haul her off the asphalt and into the deep forest she had once inhabited. It took longer, and required more effort than simply picking her body up and shouldering the weight, but Grimmar preffered the traditional approach. Long ago, it was considered disrespectful to move in human fashion whilst in this form, but in these times it was impractical, and often dangerous. Tonight however, the starless sky was in his favor.
Fifteen minutes from the road, Grimmar finally laid the carcass down in a narrow river valley. After a month without rain, it was hard to believe this was usually a dangerous crossing - the water now pooling in pitiful, rancid puddles on the valley floor. This place was safe enough.
Crouching on his powerful hind legs, long forearms supporting his upper body, Grimmar closed his eyes and focused on the energy coursing through his veins. Lifting his head to the night, he called in ancient tongue, soul talk as his kind called it. His howl filled the forest, scattering birds and freezing hunters and hunted alike as it rose and fell. There was no reply, but Grimmar knew the truebloods had heard.
Sure enough, after twenty silent minutes there was the soft snap of a twig somewhere behind him, and a pair of amber eyes emerged from the black. Grimmar bowed his head in respect, stepping aside to reveal the deer carcass. The trueblood watched him intently whilst inspecting the deer, before dipping his own head in acknowledgement of the gift.
Grimmar took a few steps back, then turned to leave the small valley. From behind him came the sounds of scuffling as the pack fought among themselves behind the alpha pair.
Grimmar paused for a moment, listening as the truebloods feasted. His green eyes glistened for a moment as he thought of his own family. Like him, they were of tainted blood. Like him, they were monsters.