Lessons to Learn

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-10-2012, 02:26 PM

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Word Count :: 500

OOC: Hope you don't mind that she found him asleep. If you do, lemme know and I'll edit no problem. Smile

“God damnit,” Ciara cursed, breaking into a full speed run after a buck she’d been tracking on the pack borders for the past few days. At first she’d seen him and immediately given up, sure that she’d never be able to bring him down. On her way back from the sea-cliffs, though, she’d seen him yet again and could have sworn that there was some kind of taunting gleam in his black eyes. She couldn’t handle that, some kind of lowly prey laughing at her for not being brave enough to take him down. She’d gone back to the pack den that night in a sullen mood, keeping her head down and not talking to anyone.

That morning, after waking up earlier than the rest of her family and pulling her nose out of the warm fur of her tail, Ciara had glanced out the opening of the den to see a light snow falling. It was sure to be one of the last snows, what with spring creeping its way in with ice melting over the river’s edge, and the presence of small birds whose chirping had not been heard in months. The snow might help her, she decided, setting off out of the den to find her target again.

She’d found him an hour later, pushing his nose through the snow to eat at damp, brown grass. She personally didn’t know how they could stand the stuff. Her mother had made her eat grass once when she was sick as a pup, and she couldn’t stand the thought of ever doing it again. Her buck lifted his head while she was lost in thought, and began to scrape his antlers off a nearby tree, scratching some persistent itch. Ciara’s impatience was a similar plague, causing her paws to itch as she shifted to dig them into the ground.

She’d lunged then, claws scraping on the frozen earth first and alerting the buck. He took off as she flew through the air at him, having to skid and nearly colliding headlong with the tree. That’s when she’d cursed and ran after him, and while she could run easily on the snow the deer still had an agility and speed which she did not. She’d lost him again, letting out an indignant growl before turning back for the den.

Stomping inside, her posture clearly that of an annoyed yearling, Ciara looked around until she found who she was looking for. Then she found him, the Epsilon, who had introduced himself as a hunter for the pack. Carefully, she nudged herself down on her belly and scooted across the den towards him, giving his paw a gentle bump with her nose. “Augustus?” she whispered softly, a sound gentle enough for him to ignore if he really didn’t want to be awakened. She pinned her ears back, lowering her head to rest on her paws as though a submissive stance might persuade him to help her.

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