12-28-2009, 01:31 AM
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It had been a while since Ty had worked to get back into shape, and as such, beginning a new regimen would be tough, and he would end up tired very much. But if Ty wanted to get back into fighting shape, he had to start up soon, the Valley needed more than just Pendzez and Jefferson to help protect the boarders. Sure, Phoenix Valley was peaceful now, but who knows who would come in to wreak their havoc? After all, he had a very enlightening experience with Jantus and his pack, and after knowing what he now knew, he had to really get back into his old profession.
Today, he decided to try and test his endurance, and what better way to do that by hunting something down by himself? Not only would that help him improve his speed and maneuverability, it wold allow him to practice making quick killing shots, which would be helpful in both future hunts and fights with other wolves. He began to scour for a target, something, anything, but something particularly challenging to hunt once it got a head start. He wanted to catch something that would provide a challenge for him to kill on his own, but not impossible. He used his powerful nose to try and track an animal scent anything he could find would be good, though the more challenging the better. His eyes then spotted some hoof prints while his nose caught the bitter scent of deer urine. What a foul smell it was, but after a few more whiffs of the vile fluid sprayed along the ground, Ty figured out it was fairly fresh. In fact, the hoof print led away from the urine scent, so that meant that the deer wasn't too far away. Perhaps this was what he had been looking for, and now that food was on his mind, he had realized he was rather hungry as well. However, if the deer was a male, he'd have to look somewhere else, trying to kill a male deer, elk, or anything of that size would spell death for a young male wolf like him, no matter how good he was at it, a male deer would run him through on his antlers without a second thought.
When he eventually did find his target, what he found was an incredibly lucky find. The creature was a female white-tailed deer, a creature that on one's own would be a fairly big challenge but still a manageable kill if one could catch up with it. Laying low, he did his best to try and blend with his surroundings, of course, this in itself was a challenge. Being of orange fur, he didn't match the color of the white snow now layering the ground, but deer didn't exactly rely on sight anyway, it was hearing they really paid attention too, but that was also a challenge for Ty in snowy territory. He did his best to try and spread his paws wide, moving slowly as to not make a sound or attract attention, getting ever closer to his meal. His eyes now locked on the doe, moving in utter silence in order to get close enough so he could land a killing strike without a chase.
However, he made one error, one simple youthful error that he should have seen coming. When he placed his paw into the snow, underneath the snow was a twig that when stepped on made a loud snap, which caused the deer to rear it's head in it's primal paranoia. It's eyes locked onto the intimidating frame that was Ty, and it was off like a bullet, with the young wolf hot on it's heels. The deer attempted to lose him by dashing into the trees, ducking and weaving through the branches, all the more enjoyable for Ty. He had meant for this to be an exercise as well as a hunt, the fact that the creature ran into the trees just meant that Ty would get to practice maneuvering. So Ty pursued the frantic animal thorugh the thick forest, the mighty trunks of the trees and the snow covered branches whipped by him as he twisted and turned, following the weaving path of the panicked beast that would hopefully become his lunch. He could hear his own panting along with the sound of their feet pattering at the ground, with pauses every once in a while to hear them jump over a branch or rock. Ty's eyes never left the deer, even when it made a sudden turn into another direction, Ty would follow it with pinpoint precision. What made it better was that he could see that the deer was slowing, allowing Ty to get closer and closer to it's hindquarters, his lethal lines of gleaming white teeth now snapping at the beast before him.
However, it was only at this moment that Ty realized which way they were headed, the large rushing river that had frozen over, and it was now that his sense kicked in. The deer and him were heading towards very thin ice, which could be disastrous for both of them. As much as Ty hated to admit it, this was where the chase had to stop, he couldn't pursue the creature over the river under the risk of death by a watery grave. So as they got to the clearing where the river was waiting, Ty screeched to a halt, only to watch his prey run onto the river's thin layer of ice. He could only grimace as he heard the cracking of the ice, then watching as his potential meal, now halfway to the other side, suddenly plummeted into the water, the ice breaking away under it's paws, now lost in a freezing, rushing river to which it would suffer a horrible death.
With the hunt being a failure, Ty sat next to the riverbed with a rather discontented look on his face for a second as he caught his breath. His prey had indeed died, but it was claimed by the river instead of him. However, within a few minutes he sighed, shrugged, and grinned. "Ah well...can't make the kill every time..." Ty said to himself as his panting slowed to a steady breathing. He had lost the deer, but at least he lost it to a much bigger opponent, in fact, he lost it to the most powerful force on Earth, and that was Earth itself. It was with this optimistic attitude that Ty began to sniff around for the whiff of another creature. If he couldn't get the deer, he might as well make another shot at catching something today, he needed more exercise as well.
It had been a while since Ty had worked to get back into shape, and as such, beginning a new regimen would be tough, and he would end up tired very much. But if Ty wanted to get back into fighting shape, he had to start up soon, the Valley needed more than just Pendzez and Jefferson to help protect the boarders. Sure, Phoenix Valley was peaceful now, but who knows who would come in to wreak their havoc? After all, he had a very enlightening experience with Jantus and his pack, and after knowing what he now knew, he had to really get back into his old profession.
Today, he decided to try and test his endurance, and what better way to do that by hunting something down by himself? Not only would that help him improve his speed and maneuverability, it wold allow him to practice making quick killing shots, which would be helpful in both future hunts and fights with other wolves. He began to scour for a target, something, anything, but something particularly challenging to hunt once it got a head start. He wanted to catch something that would provide a challenge for him to kill on his own, but not impossible. He used his powerful nose to try and track an animal scent anything he could find would be good, though the more challenging the better. His eyes then spotted some hoof prints while his nose caught the bitter scent of deer urine. What a foul smell it was, but after a few more whiffs of the vile fluid sprayed along the ground, Ty figured out it was fairly fresh. In fact, the hoof print led away from the urine scent, so that meant that the deer wasn't too far away. Perhaps this was what he had been looking for, and now that food was on his mind, he had realized he was rather hungry as well. However, if the deer was a male, he'd have to look somewhere else, trying to kill a male deer, elk, or anything of that size would spell death for a young male wolf like him, no matter how good he was at it, a male deer would run him through on his antlers without a second thought.
When he eventually did find his target, what he found was an incredibly lucky find. The creature was a female white-tailed deer, a creature that on one's own would be a fairly big challenge but still a manageable kill if one could catch up with it. Laying low, he did his best to try and blend with his surroundings, of course, this in itself was a challenge. Being of orange fur, he didn't match the color of the white snow now layering the ground, but deer didn't exactly rely on sight anyway, it was hearing they really paid attention too, but that was also a challenge for Ty in snowy territory. He did his best to try and spread his paws wide, moving slowly as to not make a sound or attract attention, getting ever closer to his meal. His eyes now locked on the doe, moving in utter silence in order to get close enough so he could land a killing strike without a chase.
However, he made one error, one simple youthful error that he should have seen coming. When he placed his paw into the snow, underneath the snow was a twig that when stepped on made a loud snap, which caused the deer to rear it's head in it's primal paranoia. It's eyes locked onto the intimidating frame that was Ty, and it was off like a bullet, with the young wolf hot on it's heels. The deer attempted to lose him by dashing into the trees, ducking and weaving through the branches, all the more enjoyable for Ty. He had meant for this to be an exercise as well as a hunt, the fact that the creature ran into the trees just meant that Ty would get to practice maneuvering. So Ty pursued the frantic animal thorugh the thick forest, the mighty trunks of the trees and the snow covered branches whipped by him as he twisted and turned, following the weaving path of the panicked beast that would hopefully become his lunch. He could hear his own panting along with the sound of their feet pattering at the ground, with pauses every once in a while to hear them jump over a branch or rock. Ty's eyes never left the deer, even when it made a sudden turn into another direction, Ty would follow it with pinpoint precision. What made it better was that he could see that the deer was slowing, allowing Ty to get closer and closer to it's hindquarters, his lethal lines of gleaming white teeth now snapping at the beast before him.
However, it was only at this moment that Ty realized which way they were headed, the large rushing river that had frozen over, and it was now that his sense kicked in. The deer and him were heading towards very thin ice, which could be disastrous for both of them. As much as Ty hated to admit it, this was where the chase had to stop, he couldn't pursue the creature over the river under the risk of death by a watery grave. So as they got to the clearing where the river was waiting, Ty screeched to a halt, only to watch his prey run onto the river's thin layer of ice. He could only grimace as he heard the cracking of the ice, then watching as his potential meal, now halfway to the other side, suddenly plummeted into the water, the ice breaking away under it's paws, now lost in a freezing, rushing river to which it would suffer a horrible death.
With the hunt being a failure, Ty sat next to the riverbed with a rather discontented look on his face for a second as he caught his breath. His prey had indeed died, but it was claimed by the river instead of him. However, within a few minutes he sighed, shrugged, and grinned. "Ah well...can't make the kill every time..." Ty said to himself as his panting slowed to a steady breathing. He had lost the deer, but at least he lost it to a much bigger opponent, in fact, he lost it to the most powerful force on Earth, and that was Earth itself. It was with this optimistic attitude that Ty began to sniff around for the whiff of another creature. If he couldn't get the deer, he might as well make another shot at catching something today, he needed more exercise as well.