12-16-2009, 08:46 PM
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His pursuit of the young doe had brought him deep into the heart of Inferni's forested territory. His quarry was agile and quick, though sheer luck was on his side: her hoof slipped on a wet patch of moss and she stumbled to the ground. Anselm's sprint shifted down into a brisk trot, his large paws carrying him expertly through the wooded terrain. Even if she rose to limp away, he would be able to catch her quickly; for now she seemed to realise that it was over. A soft, panicked bleat was cut short by the hunter's jaws; the call would never reach the rest of the herd, who'd long since scattered.
With that the forest was quiet and the only sound to be heard was his own rough panting. Even this did not last, however, and the secui nosed the deer onto her side before tearing into the soft flesh of her belly. Within minutes the tastiest morsels were sitting in his merry stomach: the heart, the liver, the lungs. Months of famine had taught him to take dessert first, even at the sacrifice of not being able to savour it. Licking some blood away from his muzzle, he began to chew on the flank next as filler. Perhaps he would bring the remnants back to Alacrity... although he'd have to haul it clear across the territory, he felt it no burden to make sure his African goddess was kept well fed and safe.
The hybrid had settled into a crouching squat over his kill, his ears twitching endlessly and his eyes glancing up often from the warm meat. Even as he reached the bone and cracked through to lap at the tasty marrow inside he remained vigilant, as conflicting needs arose within him. On one hand, he wanted to share his kill with the wild dog; on the other, he wanted to wrap up, get a good drink, and patrol their perimeter. It was midday already and he hadn't done his usual round. Slightly raised hackles betrayed his internal anxiety, though easily he could have passed as just another wolf guarding his food.
hyeee. sorry about the wait >_o i don't know what pack they should go to yet. PV and DDM seem most appropriate, but Snake's already gone to the latter recently, so ... maybe they could discuss that, and go to the former? Maybe we can find someone from there to meet us.
With that the forest was quiet and the only sound to be heard was his own rough panting. Even this did not last, however, and the secui nosed the deer onto her side before tearing into the soft flesh of her belly. Within minutes the tastiest morsels were sitting in his merry stomach: the heart, the liver, the lungs. Months of famine had taught him to take dessert first, even at the sacrifice of not being able to savour it. Licking some blood away from his muzzle, he began to chew on the flank next as filler. Perhaps he would bring the remnants back to Alacrity... although he'd have to haul it clear across the territory, he felt it no burden to make sure his African goddess was kept well fed and safe.
The hybrid had settled into a crouching squat over his kill, his ears twitching endlessly and his eyes glancing up often from the warm meat. Even as he reached the bone and cracked through to lap at the tasty marrow inside he remained vigilant, as conflicting needs arose within him. On one hand, he wanted to share his kill with the wild dog; on the other, he wanted to wrap up, get a good drink, and patrol their perimeter. It was midday already and he hadn't done his usual round. Slightly raised hackles betrayed his internal anxiety, though easily he could have passed as just another wolf guarding his food.
hyeee. sorry about the wait >_o i don't know what pack they should go to yet. PV and DDM seem most appropriate, but Snake's already gone to the latter recently, so ... maybe they could discuss that, and go to the former? Maybe we can find someone from there to meet us.