12-07-2009, 10:03 PM
It was a fairly brisk morning. The fog had not even listed and it seemed to freeze on contact from everything else. In her optime form Angel made her way to the main hunting grounds for the pack. Her resolve had not changed nor had her personality. So what if Bruton was here. Big deal. She could not let her guard or her faith down just because of that. If Bruton wanted her, he would have to fight the whole pack to get to her. No matter. Steam flowed from her nostrils like smoke from the flame as she looked down onto her target.
A massive herd of elk cows and their young roamed the area and only a couple males were behind them. It was the ending of the rut season and things were settling down with the herds. The cows that had needed bred had been bred and the young had made it through their first rut but for them it had only just begun. They had the winters to face and the lack of food to figure for themselves. Angels blackened pelt whipped in the slight breeze as she kept her fuchsia colored eyes on the herd below. Finally making a move, Angel tilted her head back and let out a call to the others around.
High tones and low tones mixed together in such a melody that seemed solemn and moving. Her voice was like the goddesses above and smooth to the tone. It reached the breezes of the wind and soon gracefully made its way through Phoenix Valley. Angel thought it would be a good hunt for all of them - and she also wondered if the higher ranked were supposed to call hunts, but this was for fun she assumed and beneficial for the pack since the winter had begun and the lack of food would soon follow.
A massive herd of elk cows and their young roamed the area and only a couple males were behind them. It was the ending of the rut season and things were settling down with the herds. The cows that had needed bred had been bred and the young had made it through their first rut but for them it had only just begun. They had the winters to face and the lack of food to figure for themselves. Angels blackened pelt whipped in the slight breeze as she kept her fuchsia colored eyes on the herd below. Finally making a move, Angel tilted her head back and let out a call to the others around.
High tones and low tones mixed together in such a melody that seemed solemn and moving. Her voice was like the goddesses above and smooth to the tone. It reached the breezes of the wind and soon gracefully made its way through Phoenix Valley. Angel thought it would be a good hunt for all of them - and she also wondered if the higher ranked were supposed to call hunts, but this was for fun she assumed and beneficial for the pack since the winter had begun and the lack of food would soon follow.