Namesakes, for god's sakes!

Shiloh Dawnbringer · 12-19-2010, 02:26 PM

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I thought of every which way to get her involved, but this was what I came up with. ._.; Shi is so dense. +5

The young damsel found herself eating a handful of snow again - a sign that meant she had failed to wrap her claws around a red-backed vole. They were small, and where Shiloh stood in the short grass and snow that only raised up half an inch, it was clear that the female was going to need a different tactic. She'd be damned if she was going to hunt in her four-legged form again, someone would have to practically threaten her life for her to shift down.

Shiloh sat up and shook her head. With the vole gone, for now, the white female finally took note of her surroundings. She was far from the lake now, where she last took note of her location. But her hunger drove her further south, towards the sea, chasing several different voles just to nab a quick snack. It had become messier than it was to kill a small vole, though, with all the dirt and snow that became caked on her hands, muzzle, and all-around frame.

It became clear, in the female's cerulean eyes, that she was lost. At least, she didn't know where she was, Shiloh had never traveled these lands before. Around her, trees dotted the landscape, which was composed of rolling hills of soft white snow and frosty green grass. Standing up, now, she took the time to thoroughly clean herself of filth, though it wasn't the snow she minded as much as the dirt beneath it. "Hmph," she said to herself, her lips curling in a small pout. The growling in her stomach grew to new heights, though, and she rolled her eyes as if to complain to her hunger.

Her nose picked up the scent of the vole again, though, and immediately she hunkered down on her two legs, trying to see if she could see it at eye level. No matter how classy or pristine the female was, hunting was a sense she wanted to fight, but couldn't. It was a messy job, and unless someone was there to cook for her (much to her dismay), or if she had the means to start a fire herself, it would've made it more tolerable.
Shi caught sight of the little creature scuttling across a thin sheet of snow, and she darted after it. Her legs pumped with a fresh burst of speed as she ran for it, her cloak billowing behind her, eyes following the creature as it darted behind a large tree. Shiloh had poised herself to make a jump for it, but what she saw instead made her gasp and almost instantly throw up a lunch that never was.

The feet and tail of what looked like a wolf hung lazily from a tree branch. Though she couldn't really see much else behind the snow-caked leaves, the damsel was shocked. They didn't move, at least from where she could see them, and so Shi immediately thought there was a body, possibly dead, up in the tree. All the white female could manage was a scream, but it was cut short as a small gust of cold wind whipped through the hills, and it, too, took Shiloh by surprise. Wrapping her cloak tighter around herself, she shivered, though it wasn't just the cold that caused it. "Oh no, oh goodness.. oh.." She mumbled, not really believing what she was seeing before her eyes. Had anything actually been in the female's stomach, it would have been tossed up then and there.

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