07-05-2009, 01:47 PM
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Suddenly, from just a few paces away, something let out a terrifying roar. Dagrun's eyes snapped open, and she puffed up her feathers almost imperceptibly. As soon as the sound had reached his ears, seemingly from a spot straight ahead, Hemming scuttled behind a tree, clinging to its trunk and craning his head around it just enough so he could see what was before him. The spear and the rock were both still in his hands, gripped tightly. His fur was lifted, a little, and his pupils dilated. Hemming knew what sort of creature made that noise, but he had mostly just assumed that there weren't many that hung around AniWaya lands. From behind the tree, he could see a great brown blur, accented with a smear of white. Giant teeth. The wolf had not been so close to such a thing before; usually he caught wind of it before he stumbled right into it. He had been so concentrated on the smell of roasting meat, though, that any other scent just breezed right by him. "Well," the wolf whispered to Dagrun, "Would you go see how close that thing is? Are there cubs?" A defensive mother bear would be a very, very bad thing to come across. Dagrun promptly replied with a quick "No!" and it was obvious that she, as usual, did not want to leave the safety of his head. So Hemming merely cowered behind the tree, not sure if he should start backing up, or just wait for the bear to move on. As long as the bear didn't move on in his direction. A few thoughts filtered through his head and he made a tentative decision. His feet moved back very slowly as he left the protection of the tree's thick trunk, and he held his hands out to his sides to avoid bashing into things sideways. If he could just get out of the forested area, he would be free to bolt away... |