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This was his first winter in Dahlia and so far Gideon wasn't having too much trouble with finding food. He had his own ways, mostly sticking to using his fishing rod or nets when he couldn't catch anything himself. What he really wanted was some kind of weapon to use to catch his prey unaware; some kind of bow and arrow or maybe a sling shot would work. He wasn't much of a fan of the old fashioned way of doing things, really, not when he had all of these other ways of doing it that were easier and quicker. He could net a fish in no time flat!
He had been unable to shift back down from his optime form for some time now, and today was a real test for him. Gideon had tried to envision what he looked like in his lupus form time and time again, but nothing had seemed to be helping him. This morning he had finally managed to do it, which he was very happy about; he hadn't wanted to disturb any of his packmates by showing up to this special meeting having broken any of the rules. He had really wanted to be able to attend the meeting in general and feel good about attending it; Nayru would be there, surely, so he had to make sure he was there too.
The problem was that he had been unable to catch anything all day. He hadn't used his own paws and teeth for some time now and he was pretty rusty now! He had even tried to fish...but that hadn't worked out too well for him without a rod or a net. He had chased after a few hares and almost caught a squirrel, but the creature had managed to get to a tree before he could reach it. Even the simplest of creatures, creatures that pups were able to catch, had managed to allude him today. What horrible luck. Upset at his lack of skill and feeling down about his inability to hunt in this form, he'd cringed when he had heard Conor's call. Was it really already meeting time? He swallowed hard and began to pad quickly toward where the others were gathered.
Gideon hung his head as he arrived to the meeting, not looking up to see who was there and trying to find a spot that would make him seem inconspicuous. The snow had crunched beneath his feet to sound his arrival, though, even if he hadn't wanted anyone to know he was there. He felt like a failure, not having been able to catch anything. His stomach growled but he ignored it, keeping his eyes off of his pack mates and their wonderful catches, jealousy springing up in his chest. He shouldn't have come to the meeting at all without some sort of a catch...now he just felt stupid and useless. What use was he to his pack if he couldn't hunt? What if he got stuck in his lupus form next time? He couldn't have anyone else getting his food for him.
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