05-11-2011, 02:28 PM
WC:361 Saxif is in Secui form
The young cream wolf was enjoying her new pack. As she patrolled the borders she couldn't help but to feel like a small pup again. New in a world filled with mystery and knowledge. She started to daydream as she often did while she was alone. She imagined herself tracking a herd of buffalo, reenacting one of her father's hunting stories.
She kept her belly low to the ground crawling quietly along the fence line, imagining she was on the edge of a cliff looking down at the herd. Their large heads low to the ground as they grazed. Her father had told her when he saw them he knew the one they had chosen. A weak young bull, it had most likely been injured in the days before. Saxif pretended to nod to the hunters on her right and those on her left. They proceeded to their posts where they would wait. Her pack often hunted traditionally in their secui forms so she was shifted as though she were really in that moment. Hilon always got annoyed to this point he would just want to begin the chase when they played together. She shook the thought of him out quickly. Her hackles rose in response to the approaching chase. She let out a silent howl in her mind hearing her father's strong call. A signal to begin the hunt. She began to run along the border line watching the outside of the fence for possible threats. She saw none and continued to run swiftly along the edge of AniWayan territory as though the fence were the herd. She moved like lightning as her father had in her daydream, shifting and bounding to coral the target toward the others. Once they had him separated he led him straight into their trap. There her pack awaited, ready to strike...
She stopped suddenly. She had heard something or someone approaching. She sniffed the air and definitely knew someone was near she thought they might be AniWayan but was still learning the scents of her pack mates. She glanced around. She let out a small whine, a questioning whine as if asking who's there?
The young cream wolf was enjoying her new pack. As she patrolled the borders she couldn't help but to feel like a small pup again. New in a world filled with mystery and knowledge. She started to daydream as she often did while she was alone. She imagined herself tracking a herd of buffalo, reenacting one of her father's hunting stories.
She kept her belly low to the ground crawling quietly along the fence line, imagining she was on the edge of a cliff looking down at the herd. Their large heads low to the ground as they grazed. Her father had told her when he saw them he knew the one they had chosen. A weak young bull, it had most likely been injured in the days before. Saxif pretended to nod to the hunters on her right and those on her left. They proceeded to their posts where they would wait. Her pack often hunted traditionally in their secui forms so she was shifted as though she were really in that moment. Hilon always got annoyed to this point he would just want to begin the chase when they played together. She shook the thought of him out quickly. Her hackles rose in response to the approaching chase. She let out a silent howl in her mind hearing her father's strong call. A signal to begin the hunt. She began to run along the border line watching the outside of the fence for possible threats. She saw none and continued to run swiftly along the edge of AniWayan territory as though the fence were the herd. She moved like lightning as her father had in her daydream, shifting and bounding to coral the target toward the others. Once they had him separated he led him straight into their trap. There her pack awaited, ready to strike...
She stopped suddenly. She had heard something or someone approaching. She sniffed the air and definitely knew someone was near she thought they might be AniWayan but was still learning the scents of her pack mates. She glanced around. She let out a small whine, a questioning whine as if asking who's there?