Huddle up guys!, listen we got a herd of white tail deer, hungry mouths to feed, and hard ground until the heat of the day melts the snow and frozen ground. Do it typical 3 wolves herding them into two in wait to spring the trap. READY GO! Btw this takes place very early on the morning of 12/5/2010, also took into account the weather currently in halifax.
December came and the winters first real snow fall was already here. Sure they had experienced snow already, slushy mixes and everything else associated with the weather trying to make its mind up. The last few days had been exceedingly cold now it had warmed up with the coming of a new weather system. Cold breathe snorted out of the male’s nose, standing regally in his lupus form, eyes surveying the ground, while his nose tasted the air. Saluce had been tracking a herd of white tail along their borders for the past couple of days. His lips almost salivated at the prospect of a successful hunt.
For a brief moment his eyes looked to the sky uncertain of the weather pattern. Head cocked quietly to the side as if trying to judge what it would do. The weather in Nova Scotia was odd to him, snow during the night, rain during the day, would make a muddy mess of them if this snow even melted with rain later in the day. The hunting season though was already burning through him, his legs ached to hunt, and winter ushered in their time, the time of the predator. Scare food for grazing animals made them weak, made them much easier to kill. The behemoth really looked forward to this time of year. Now though he had two youngsters to bring along, as well as his mate and their alpha. Today would be Gideon and Saul’s final step toward becoming adults. After today if they succeeded he’d regard them as equals in the pack as far as it’s protection and peace keeping efforts go. It was time for the two boys to grow up into the new generation.
For a brief moment his head took it’s time with the decision, the herd was quickly moving around, in the middle of the rutt, and with little moonlight last night they were waiting for the light amount of sunlight that would break through the overcast sky to graze, until bedding down for the rest of the day. If he waited calling his pack mates, he would risk the snow melting, along with the deer disappearing into their safe havens. No it was now or never, they better be awake because the hunt was on.
The long muzzle of the grey wolf tilted to the sky, letting out a long bass filled howl full of excitement to herald the beginnings of the hunt. Those who knew about the hunt where expected to be ready for his call. Again after finishing his long howl to make sure they were up he howled again announcing the urgency of this call. Time would not allow much deliberation or for sleepy lazy wolves to eat.
.saluceforest b {font-weight:normal; color:#c1c87a; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.saluceforest-ooc {font-style:italic; padding: 5px 30px 5px 30px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;color:#424928;text-align:center;}
.saluceforest p {text-indent:25px; padding: 1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;}
.saluceforest{margin:0 auto; width:380px; background-color:#5b6340; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... saluce.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double#424928; padding: 300px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#424928; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;}
.saluceforest-divider {width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #9f9440; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]