swarm like smoke in the dawn

Ralla · 11-08-2010, 04:09 PM

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I'm back Tongue

The need for silence was almost unbearable. The talent of patience and need for it had been hammered into Ralla since birth, but this--this adrennaline, this feeling--it called to her blood and made it boil. She watched the subtle signals that those of her hunting group--something that she had never before been a part of--followed Nayati's lead. Her ears pricked forward as she straightened her back upon Sugar to try and see Moonfyre's pursuit. She almost wanted to just hop off of Sugar and join him in the chase, but that would undoubtedly confuse the elk should she fail to sync with Moonfyre's direction.

Soon, the large prizes were heading straight to them. The sounds of the pounding were hard and fast as the drums of war as the dust clouds swirled like an exotic dance, kicked from the legs of the sustaining life that they would fall upon. Nayati immediatly drew his bow to begin his hunt, but Ralla instead caught the brown wolf going after a limping female; large, injured, and practically begging for their pack to take it as their own.

Saving Sugar's energy to help cart their success back to the camp, Ralla vaulted from his back and landed on all fours in her lithe optime form. Normally, this would've been awkward for some bipedal wolves. But the sometimes-awkward and unweildly limbs that made Ralla look strange then became her asset as her speed and strength were doubled that of her lupine form. Her head was low to the ground as she circled wide from behind the group--careful not to be trampled by those sharp hooves--attempting to cut the female off. Its limp made it an easy target to herd and cut off from escape, and Ralla put on her best threatening face as she growled and snapped at the neck of the female. She did not trust her strength to bring it down--no, that would be the brown wolf's duty and honor--only, she would keep it from escape.

Never had she had need to look threatening to catch her prey. Always on her lone hunts she would catch a rabbit or bird unawares. But now; now she was moving in unison with her pack for a common goal. She awaited the move of her packmate as she matched the dance of their prey, captivating it whilst snapping at weak legs and a vulnerable neck.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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