02-15-2011, 01:54 PM
Quote:OOC: Location: At least a few miles southeast of Inferni and like two miles west from Musquodoboit Valley, so somewhere in the middle, still in Dampwoods and at least two days after Chasing Flight, and at least five days before Creeping slowly, it’s ok to be afraid. Time: early morning, around nine am. Weather: Light snow with at least two inches of snow on the ground, light winds, and temperature is only chilly.
The she wolf stood, belly to the ground. The snow that rest beneath her began to melt slightly with the heat of her body. She crawled slowly and quietly amongst the frozen debris, her body slithering oddly, as she attempted to mimic that of a snake. She snaked her way up to a bush, her nose and eyes carefully finding their way to poke through to the other side of the greenery.
Gray wild eyes stared hungrily at the carcass in the center of a small clearing. She watched as a small horde of crows pecked and tugged on the dead animal. She studied, her stomach growling in protest of being treated so badly. Two days ago, she had eaten a rabbit, but only one. Now she sat crouched amongst the shrubbery, watching crows eat away at some poor elk that had fallen to winter’s fangs.
She slowly inched her way closer to the crows and their prey, her hind legs pushing beneath her body, they itched to leap forward and snap at the crows. Maybe, no, hopefully she would, when she leaped forward and her fangs danced amongst the black rain of feathers as she startled the dead eaters away, she would take one down.
She crept closer, and then sprang from her crouch position. The she wolf came to land in the horde of crows, startling them to take flight. She whiped around, her fangs snapped at the nearest black bird. Her fangs come down on a tender wing and she pulled the fighting crow beneath her weight. It crowed and kicked with its talons, but with a quick swipe of her fangs the black bird this timber wolf held between her fangs laid motionless.
She stood with the black bird nestled with in her jaw, and gazed up at the horde of black birds that flap wildly away from her. She smirked, dropped the crow she had caught at her feet and then lowered her head from the fluttering of black wings to feast upon her small winged prey. Once the crow she caught was devoured, her sight turned amongst the all ready eaten elk. She stared at the still edible meat, and fought over her decision.
If I eat it, I can go a while without hunting. She began, her mind talking with itself as her body began to move closer to the dead animal. Her head lowered, and her nose sniffed at the dead thing. Frozen amongst the snow, it seemed perfectly fine, so she ate, filling her stomach up with meat.
Once full, the young female walked away from the lightly snow covered dead thing, and walked toward a large towering pine. She rubbed her fur against it, turned thrice and then laid down amongst the snowy floor. Her eyes gazed off and watched as the carcass she just fed upon vanished beneath a level of snow making the animal’s body look like another mound upon the land.
The she wolf sighed, and placed her head upon her paws.