The Way of Fang and Claw

Palaydrian Soul · 07-10-2012, 04:30 PM

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With the scent fully locked in her nares, Palaydrian moved like a whisper over sodden ground, her bi colored eyes fixed on Augustus for any indication of hunting plans. Body language in a wolf spoke louder than words, but the arctic wolf gave none as the stink of their prey grew stronger and around a wave of realization washed over both the Epsilon and subord. This was no ordinary moose. The pungent musk of patriarch piss marinated her snout and sent chills down her legs. She hadn’t seen a bull moose since she was a pup, and the monstrous rack of the beast lay fallen and bloodied in the snow after her pack had had their fill of its insides. She remembered being in complete awe of the dead animal, half eviscerated by the time her mother and brothers were able to have their share, but the feeling of greatness when being in the presence of something so impressive was a concept she was still able to understand even at a young age. The dank earthy smell the hide had given off that day had stuck with her, and now that scent memory came flooding back.

Her heart pounded within her chest, as she felt the yellow eyes of Augustus rake over her body. Palaydrian knew without a shadow of a doubt in their mind that their course had changed for the larger beast. The forest king could easily feed the growing pack for weeks, this would be a prize worth fighting for, and definitely a hunt to remember. The creamy fae followed quickly behind the Epsilon in the new path, her eyes now darting forward now and then to glimpse the new quarry and once they did, she forgot to exhale. He was magnificent and luckily unaware of the predators in the woods, and why would he being as large as he was? This would surely be a challenge for just the two, but the need to prove her worth and rise above the stigma from her old pack was stronger than the nervous butterflies fluttering about it in her stomach. Bring it on bull moose. The Siamese coated wolf nodded, this was her time to shine, would she burn brightly or be snuffed out?

This was what Syliat had trained her for. The Darkfire woman moved quietly away from Augustus, a plan already working its way into her brain. She’d circle the beast from behind and begin her attack from there. This was the easiest method for two wolves if not by water, and it made the most sense. The two could then easily chase the behemoth down until exhaustion or loss of blood claimed its energy first. Palaydrian’s task was to draw first blood, but the trick was getting close enough to achieve such a thing before the herbivore could spook. Her movements were snakelike through the underbrush, sticking to the patches of sunlight to blend in as her eyes occasionally glanced back at their prey beyond. A large paw snapped a twig and the bull moose’s head swung up from grazing. The fae remained perfectly still until its massive head lowered once more. Alarm hadn’t been spread, she could continue.

Breathing out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, Palaydrian inched closer, now rounding towards the rump of the moose. Her muscles were coiled and ready to spring. She looked across the small expanse to see if she could find Augustus’s yellow eyes within the bracken, but couldn’t. She knew he’d be ready, and she was as close as any wolf could get with the wind on their side. She remained silent as she leaped out of her hiding place and bounded towards the back end of the bull moose. The sound of paws smacking the ground and taking off being what alerted the moose in the first place, but Drin’s golden body was already in the air and her jaw cam snapping shut on the patriarch’s thick flank while her dull claws sought purchase on its rump. He spooked forward and began to run with a guttural cry, Drin holding steadfast with her fangs for a few minutes before dropping down to give chase. Now her task would be tripping him up as she snapped viciously at the bull’s ankles, avoiding his hooves with snarls.

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