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Myrika Tears · 02-14-2012, 05:10 AM

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Form	Info Date: 16 Feb Time: Late Morning Words: 343

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All welcome for any of the younger members of Inferni -- Tirones Minors and younger canines in the adult ranks. :3 Myrika is gonna teach everyone a little bit of hunting and tracking, maybe. ^^ I set this at the Great Village, but maybe they can chase prey to frozen Folly Lake for easier pickings?

Myrika is by Raze!

The winter's cold was finally upon them. This morning she had risen and walked out of the Great Village schoolhouse to find the world awash with snow, six or seven inches of it piled thick upon the ground in the night. She hadn't felt the cold then -- her scavenged woodstove burned through most of the night, and her room was pleasingly warm. Myrika had attended to her duties within her small stables, caring for the horses and feeding the sheep. She'd let them all out to the pasture later, when the earth warmed up. After this, it was to her Lupus form, and the rust-tinged coyote tossed back her head, howling for the younger members of Inferni to come. Her invitation was not entirely closed to those wishing to teach or hone their hunting skills, however, for Myrika wasn't one to discriminate.

Myrika was a good hunter -- certainly not the best, but able to sustain herself when living alone, as the long months before Inferni proved. The rust-hued woman rarely pursued prey larger than deer when on her lonesome, but she had tasted of the flesh of larger animals, as well. Large group hunts did not seem to occur frequently within Inferni, and Myri intended to change that -- if she could. The woman had no idea whether Inferni would come at her call. She was the Praetorian of the pack, no doubt, but she was not of the leadership -- equal in rank to Halo, the rust-furred woman had two superiors now.

Myrika padded out from under the overhang of the schoolhouse, walking down the well-beaten earth in front of the corral to sit in a visible and obvious spot so any approaching participants might see her and come directly toward her. She was nervous, but happy, too -- kids weren't so cruel to adults as they were children, and in any case, Inferni had few true children -- just green adults, newcomers to the world of full responsibility and full expectation to contribute to the pack.

Wraith Creed · 02-15-2012, 11:22 PM

If we chase them to Folly Lake, it could possibly count as a thread prompt! :o

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[/html] Wraith was excited to hear for a call for a hunt. After hunting with Ithiel and Symera (and then Symera on her own), Wraith wanted to try and improve her skills. Although much of it was simply instinct, she also recognized that she could better contribute to the clan if she could help feed it. She liked knowing that she might be able to do that since it made her seem like a real adult and not a barely-there Milites. She wasn't in a rush to grow up since her father had told her much of what life as an adult would be like, but she wanted to make sure whatever she was now (a youth, an adult) she did it right.

She approached the village from the east and quickly spotted a coyote standing near a fenced-in area. She was huge! Wraith had never seen a coyote so big and she wondered what made her like that. Did she eat lots and lots of moose and deer? Wraith bet that if this hunter lady was the one calling the hunt, she probably had some skills in the area. So that must mean she ate a lot of food, owing to her big size.

Wraith looked around in the hope that someone else would pop up. No one was there yet, so it looked like it was just Wraith and the bigbig coyote.

"Hiya," Wraith called out once she was closer. "I'm Wraith Creed." She was very much looking forward to the hunt, so she wagged her tail a little to convey this. [html]

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Max Klein · 02-20-2012, 11:39 PM

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Dawn broke as it always did, creeping through the entrance of his cave and reaching with golden fingers at his eyes. Max grunted and rolled over, curling his tail over his eyes. He was not a morning person by far, and would have been content to sleep to the afternoon if not for the tap-tap-tapping outside. Another huff escaped the coydog and he opened his eyes irritably. With a long, cat-like stretch, he extended all of his broad toes and pulled himself together with a shake. It was clear he cared little for grooming; his pelt was still stained by dirt and mud and a rather un-white shade.

It became apparent when he went outside what the never-ending sound was. A raven was perched on a rock, some sort of nut between its talons, and pecking at the thing sharply. While familiar with Ibsen, the Aquila’s bird, he was not yet able to distinguish him from the others and ignored the shape instead. With a lazy yawn and a flick of the tail he trotted away from the entrance of his cave, moving up and away from the slightly lower area where this conformation was found. The slope was not steep at all, but one noticeable by having traversed them for months. Max had spent more than half of his life within Inferni and knew the landscape as well as a coyote born into it.

He was heading eastward, intent on seeing if the other dog had left any morceau of the rather delicious stew from the previous few days. Between the two of them they had devoured most of it, especially after a night of sitting. This thought was halted abruptly by a call from the north. A large ear swiveled towards it, and after a moment of consideration, he turned and bounded off at a doggish trot. His pace was that obviously of his father (though he had never seen another dog until Rémy) and his tail curled up slightly as he went. The blood within him was apparent, between the size of his body and the peculiar way his eyes glinted with the savage madness of all spitz dogs.

It took him longer to reach the area, and as he scented the air horses and sheep bled into his senses. This eased him some; Max was familiar with both, though he preferred horses and hoped one day to have his own. As he neared, he spotted two figures; one was a reddish girl who barely looked like she was full grown, and the other was a tall woman. She looked fully coyote, so her height was impressive—as it stood, though, the halfbreed was taller than her by a head. His pace slowed only as he reached them, managing to catch the girl’s name. Max smiled, ever-yet resembling the spitz dog with his mottled tongue, and wagged his own tail in greeting. “I’m Max,” he offered, though belayed mentioning that he was a monster. Curious eyes turned to the tall woman, suspecting she was the ringleader of this operation.

Myrika Tears · 02-21-2012, 07:46 AM

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Myrika is by Bobbi!

Myrika peered over the especially muddy patches in the earth behind her with disdain. It was better than concrete or asphalt for her horse's hooves, but it was unpleasant to avoid such things in front of her own home. Perhaps she would bring more earth, and in the spring, try to plant some grasses. It would do the horses good, and she could always tie them out to graze them in order to avoid overusing the earth of the paddocks.

The coyote was soon greeted by the appearance of another, a younger female she was yet unfamiliar with, though the mahogany-furred youth was quick to introduce herself after a friendly greeting. Myri returned the greeting's friendliness with a wag of her tail and a grin, nodding at the younger woman's introduction. There was no show of rank by the rust-tinged Praetorian, of course -- she was not used to living within a pack structure, still, and struggled with the idea of a her place in the rank hierarchy.

Myrika Tears -- good to meet you, she said, and was about to launch into an explanation of their purpose when another figure, a pale white figure moving toward them at good speed, became apparent. She nodded in the shape's direction, and grinned. We might have company, too, the woman said, indicating the incoming canine with an extended hand. The shape loomed larger as it came closer, bespeaking great height at close distance. While the white canine was perhaps an adult, he was young, too -- Myrika was glad for this, and smiled at his introduction, as well.

Myrika Tears, she said -- and suddenly, she laughed. I don't think either of you are my cousins -- what a rare treat, she said, teasing both of them with a gracious smile. It was good to know Inferni did not consist entirely of those sharing blood with her. I was thinking about a hunt -- we could wait a few for others and talk a bit first, though? she suggested, shrugging broad shoulders and smiling.

Wraith Creed · 02-23-2012, 11:46 PM

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[/html]Wraith was pleased when the other coyote returned her greeting with a friendly wag of her tail. Even though Wraith had spent her entire life in Inferni and did understand much of how things worked, she had moments of insecurity as well as a deep desire to simply do well and make her family proud. She knew as an important family in Inferni -- her father emphasized this often -- she had to represent the clan and all it stood for. So, all in all, she was always pleased when she did something right. It felt good. Wraith perked up her ears when she heard the sound of another approaching. She turned to see a white coyote, not fullbred but certainly with some coyote blood in him, especially since his coat was barely white. As he neared, she saw his strange curling tail move as he walked and Wraith wondered if this was Max, another boy older than herself, and whom she had only heard in reference, but had never met directly. Soon enough, he introduced himself as Max, which confirmed Wraith's suspicions.

After a pause, the lady coyote spoke. She identified herself as Myrika and then said they weren't cousins. Wraith frowned as she tried to interpret the message. So what? She had plenty of cousins. Myrika Tears wasn't a name she'd heard anywhere else, so she supposed the observation was correct, but she didn't really understand why the coyote had said it. Deciding not to question it, Wraith shrugged mentally and continued to listen.

"Okay," Wraith replied. She turned her head to the other wolf and added, "I'm Wraith Creed. I don't think we're cousins either, umm... my dad was Hybrid Holocaust and my mom's Aeron Ganesa, but she's in another pack..." She shrugged and then asked: "do you hunt a lot?" As she spoke, she glanced from one clanmate to the next, addressing them both. She hoped that there would be another coyote or two to round out this hunting party. As it stood, they weren’t a full plenum, so she wasn’t sure if they would be able to fell a moose on their own. [html]

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Nathaniel King · 02-25-2012, 03:45 PM

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Thanks for giving me the chance to join in <33 I couldn't post until today. /+000

He wasn't good at staying away during the daytime any more, with the schedule that he kept. Nathaniel often spent hours and hours marveling over the stars as they came out at dusk, mapping the constellations that he could find and figuring out his distance from certain places based on where those stars shone in the giant blanket of black that overtook the territory at night. It was more than a hobby, now...more a ritual than anything else. On cloudy nights he would grumble and moan his bad luck and wonder how much work he'd lost due to the state of the sky. Last night had been particularly overcast, so the young male was in a pretty foul mood.

The call of another canine reached his ears as he padded back toward the mansion, and he turned toward the sound. What did the yippy howl mean? He'd been a member Inferni since he was a pup, but hadn't attended many meetings that weren't mandatory. The shifted luperci hesitated for a moment, yawning a little before turning to pad slowly toward the source of the sound. He would be late, probably, but that didn't matter very much to him - if he missed the group, he'd just go back home like he had planned on doing to begin with.

The thin male began to jog a bit as he neared the group, not wanting to make it seem as if he hadn't been hurrying to answer the call. He spotted his sister and immediately went to stand next to her, unsure of what this gathering was all about. She was asking another canine there about whether she hunted a lot or not. Perhaps that's what they were all planning to do. Amber eyes focused on Myrika for a second before sliding devotedly back down to his sibling. "Can I help?" The young adult asked. Tired or not, he'd do what he could. He was as hungry as anyone else.

Max Klein · 02-29-2012, 08:43 AM

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Comparably, Max was not half-so young as many of the other members. He had been when he had arrived, but between two births and one kidnapping, there were many who were yet younger than he was. This pleased him greatly, for now he was able to feel as if there were those that needed his protection rather than the other way around. With his size alone he was able to look intimidating, but his training and natural aggression allowed for him to have the confidence of a boy-turning-man that sought to find his place amongst the clan.

The woman spoke of their lack of common blood, and while this pleased Max in one way, he felt bad about it in another. Without a true blood tie he had no bond here beyond his word. That, of course, would not be broken. Too many other faces had come and gone for him to think of abandoning the clan. A doggish and instinctive loyalty demanded such a thing, though it wavered between Ezekiel and Inferni itself.

He was thrilled with the concept presented, and wagged his half-curled tail to show it. The girl gave her name and bloodline, though Max only recalled one of those names. Both of his large, coyote ears swiveled at the noise of a stranger’s advance. It turned out to be Wraith’s brother—they were close enough in color and smell for this to be without a doubt. Yellow eyes gleamed as he smiled toothily and looked back to Myrika, the big woman. “The reindeer herd has been around here,” he suggested. “We could try for one of the big ones? There’s four of us, I think it wouldn’t be that hard.”

Myrika Tears · 03-01-2012, 06:38 AM

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Myrika is by Bobbi!

They were joined in no short order by a russet-furred coyote who offered his assistance. Myrika offered him a smile and nodded her head in response to his inquiry. The more canines they had, the easier their hunt would be. The faces around her were young, Myrika saw, but each was earnest and seemed willing to engage this task. Of course, this was as she'd hoped -- the red-furred woman didn't think the lazy teenagers of Inferni (if such existed) would respond to such calls. This was all for the better, she thought.

Although Myrika was a frequent hunter, her chosen prey was generally much smaller. She preferred hunting on her lonesome to hunting in groups, and she had gotten rather good at taking down rabbits and other small mammals around Inferni's territory. She was even capable of felling the occasional doe on her lonesome, depending on her form and sheer luck -- such occurrences were a rarity, more chance than effort or skill on Myrika's part. Her size proved advantageous while hunting larger prey, but she had yet to realize just how lowly her success rares were with rabbits and smaller mammals, regardless of her form -- they were simply too quick, and while she was able to fell them, it was perhaps more work than she might have had if she simply sought a young doe or otherwise handicapped deer -- the eating would be better, and the pelts, too.

Myrika was frequently slow to realize such things, however, and the answer she provided Wraith was simply indicative of this. Yeah, but usually smaller things. It's okay, though -- like Max says, there's four of us. A reindeer sounds, good, as well, the hybrid said. She took a moment to consider, and smiled, the tip of her dark-splotched tail wagging. Maybe if we could drive them to the lake, they'll fall through the ice? I'm sure there are rotten or weak spots, she offered, thinking it would make their time much easier -- if luck was exceptionally kind, they might even fell two animals in this way.

Wraith Creed · 03-02-2012, 07:18 PM

Wraith is ready to detonate from enthusiasm in 3... 2... 1... :p (WC: 303)
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[/html]Wraith smelled her brother before she saw him, so once she noticed him near the group, she was already grinning widely and her tail was already wagging quite steadily. He offered to join and then took his place beside Wraith, which pleased the girl greatly. She liked knowing that her brother wanted to be with her not just because they were related, but because he genuinely liked her as a coyote -- or, so she hoped.

Soon enough, the white coyote (who didn't really look like a coyote at all) mentioned that there was a herd of reindeer nearby. Wraith was pretty certain she knew what one looked like, but only had vague memories of what they tasted like. She had started hunting at the appropriate age, but this would be the first time she hunted a reindeer with the clan. As such, she was fairly excited to begin.

Myrika spoke next and explained her hunting abilities, which pleased Wraith well enough. She liked the idea of driving them into the lake, especially since she could claim swimming as one of her skills.

"I like that," she chirped in agreement. She was not one to cant and try to pretend to dislike something in an effort of being 'cool,' so her enthusiasm was genuine. "I learned how to swim, too, so I can help! Do you think we have enough? Should we leave now?" As always, she was ready to burst forth with all of her questions and was incredibly excited to get this hunt on the road. She was especially happy to have not only met some new members of the clan, but also have the chance to hunt with her brother. She was excited to show him how much better she’d gotten and she hoped he’d enjoy hunting with her, too.[html]

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Max Klein · 03-02-2012, 08:49 PM

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Despite his own large size, Max favored hunting smaller animals like hares. His pelt allowed him to catch them easily during the winter months, and they made for fun chases. Ezekiel had shown him the effectiveness of using the bow to fell birds, but he favored his lupus form for hunting. A group hunt was indicative of this, and something he hoped to see more of—perhaps the pack’s hunting couple would seek to organize something in the spring. The tall coydog wagged his tail at the suggestion of driving them to the lake, thinking it might make things easier.

He looked around at the three others, noting that Myrika was the only one comparable in size to him. If the reindeer got stuck in the water it would likely take all four of them to drag it out. Still, they were a good sized group and would be able to separate one or two animals from the herd. Two would feed them more than well enough with extra to spare. “I’m ready when you guys are,” he chimed in, looking to Myrika expectantly.

Nathaniel King · 03-06-2012, 01:49 PM

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Going on a week long absence, but I'll be able to post to this <33 /+000

Nathaniel was a bit uncertain about what his role in the hunt would end up being. He'd gone on many solo hunts, but this was much different from anything he'd experienced before. Never before had he tried to work with another group of canines, especially ones that he wasn't all that familiar with. He'd come late and didn't expect introductions, keeping quiet as well so as not to interrupt after he was given permission to help. He would go with whatever the majority of the group chose, especially if the leader of the hunt approved of the idea.

This was one way for him to improve his hunting skills, he supposed...a crash course in it. He hoped that his job in the hunt wasn't too difficult and that he would be able to contribute despite his lack of skills in this area. His sister seemed pleased that he'd chosen to join the group and he moved to try and bump into her a bit where they stood. He had been meaning to visit her more now that he had moved out of the caves and into the mansion, but had trouble finding the time for it among his other daily activities. "Whatever you guys think" He said in quiet response to the hunting idea that had been suggested so far.

Myrika Tears · 03-07-2012, 05:22 AM

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PP Myri going wherever in the next poasts, yes yes?

Myrika is by Bobbi!

The tawny hybrid herself was eager to get going, but she also wanted to have a plan fully formulated before they left off. Her hunters were young, and in order to ensure their success, they'd all need to work together. Part of that was communicating and understanding one another, of course, but Myrika saw no reason they couldn't get going while they carried on with the plan. Yeah, let's go -- Max, why don't you take us to the reindeer, if you know where they are? No need to rush -- we'll walk and save our energy for the hunt and we can talk on the way, she said, swishing her tawny tail as she stood, stepping away from where she'd been seated.

The coyote tossed her head toward the newest of the canines, smiling. He was red-haired, like her, though his was more flame and hers was more dulled copper, she thought. I'm Myrika -- didn't catch your name? she prompted, with a smile. He seemed withdrawn, and she aimed to make him feel more welcomed. His eyes were rutilant gold, as so many coyotes of this clan, but he didn't look to be a Lykoi -- there was no red streak upon his muzzle, and Myri thought herself a rarity amongst her family for possessing more red in her coat than just the streak on her nose. It was a wonder to Myri none of these canines were her cousins, but she was glad to meet all of them -- the more canines she knew of Inferni, the better.

Wraith Creed · 03-09-2012, 11:00 PM

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[/html]Wraith stuck out her bum and returned her brother's bump with a friendly wag of her tail. The conversation moved quickly and Wraith forgot to give him a sisterly thwap on the head (luckily for Nate, of course) as she was soon consumed by the details of planning the hunt. They set out heading east, likely to where the reindeer was. Myrika suggested that they talk it out a bit, which Wraith thought was a fairly reasonable suggestion. Although Wraith would have liked to be the one to lead them to the reindeer and pull all of the impressive stunts, she realized that she didn't have Myrika or Max's size to fell something that large and also did not have the skill. She realized that she was a little jealous of Myrika because of her knowledge and her authority. It was quite obvious that Myrika knew what she was doing and had gone hunting before. Perhaps because her father had always emphasized the importance of rank, authority, and those sorts of things, which she'd always thought were pretty boring when he talked about them, maybe now she was just noticing them. And of course, she had to be jealous of Max's pretty fur since she had seen nothing like it! And while she was on the topic, she was also rather jealous of Nate for being a boy since she knew her father had always wanted a son.

Perhaps such feelings of inadequacy were what fueled her and made her want to be the best hunter. She knew she didn't really want to be a hunter as her rank in Inferni, but she wanted to know that she was good at it. She just wanted to have some sort of special skill, like Nate's star-watching.

When Myrika questioned Nate, Wraith kept quiet, figuring that it was something for Nate to respond to -- even though she could have easily answered the question. She fidgeted as they walked, wanting desperately to reply and show Myrika how smart she was.[html]

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Nathaniel King · 03-23-2012, 04:44 PM

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Skipping Max to keep this going, hope that's OK!

Hybrid hadn't treated Nathaniel specially that he had noticed, but then his viewpoint could very well have been biased. As a pup he had loved and revered his father for his awesome power and cunning abilities...it had seemed as if Hybrid had made many enemies and had lived through many battles. He hoped that someday he could be brave like that and fight against wolves who sought to end their way of life in Inferni. It seemed like every other day he caught ear of a coyote having had a run-in with a wolf...and things were almost always told in a negative way. Wolves weren't to be trusted.

He was brought up out of his thoughts as the leader of the hunt spoke to him. He nearly curled up and died on the spot - what reason would she have to be addressing him? Nate wasn't the most social member of the clan, and wasn't sure what he ought to call her. Miss? Ma'am? Would she get offended if he called her either of those things? "Er..Nathaniel. Nathaniel King, Miss. Hybrid's son" He said, to clarify. He did not give his rank, embarrassed by the fact that he had yet to climb the ladder up to a higher position.

The hybrid turned to follow the canine that began to lead them out toward where the herd was located, keeping quiet so as not to give his position away. He knew the basics of hunting and had discussed it with Hybrid when he'd been young...but he wasn't very good at the actual part where he would go to bring the animal out. His timing was usually the thing that got him - he'd jump from the brush before the prey was in range or after they had already noticed him and begun to flee. Hopefully the job that he was assigned wouldn't be too difficult.

Max Klein · 03-28-2012, 02:02 PM

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At the prompting of the elder coyote, Max was moving. He was a boy ready to prove himself, and a boy on the brink of true adulthood. His head dropped to fall even with the length of his spine, and his tail bobbed behind him as he loped on. The land was familiar to him, and as was quickly apparent, his pale pelt allowed for him to blend into the snowy terrain. In summer it would be an obvious flaw, but he was a most skilled hunter in winter months such as these.

He traveled northwards, hardly paying attention to the group behind him. All of his focus had turned towards locating scents—once he stopped and dropped his head, sniffing at a patch of snow. From here he turned east, and continued on with his pace. There was an almost mechanical method in his behavior. Inherently he was of a breed that needed work, and needed discipline. This allowed for his singular focus, even though he traveled with the loping and velvet-footed speed of his mother’s blood. Pale eyes traced after invisible signs, tracking the herd through both scent and the soon obvious signs. Faint trails, broken branches, and the more obvious excrements that had frozen quickly. Still, they were close. His tail wagged once, showing such a thing.

Myrika Tears · 04-02-2012, 07:48 AM

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(--) Oh god now that there is a Wraith I want to keep calling her Wretch and will probably start referring to Wretch as Wraith again fffFFFFFFfFUUUuUUUUUUuuUUUuUUUuuu

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It was good to be amongst her clan-mates, though Max pulled ahead of them and seemed to be primarily engaged in tracking the reindeer, as she'd asked. Though the red-haired woman was eager to get to know both Wraith and her red-haired brother better. She followed after the pale canine and twisted her head toward the newst of their hunting party and grinned as he introduced himself. Ah, I'm sorry, she said, frowning. I didn't know your dad, but he was a member of Inferni for a long, long time, the woman said, cautiously. Hybrid had contributed to Inferni and his name had been written in her great book.

As they drew nearer to the source of the reindeer, even Myri could smell them. She fell silent and began to pay more attention to their surroundings, going so far as to address the group. Spread out a little bit, she whispered. Hopefully, her cue would prompt the others to do the same and keep their tones low. The red-haired woman crouched lower to the ground and moved forward over the cold ground, the musky scent of the deer pungent on the air now. Remember, into the lake, she hissed, as one more word of reminder to her fellows.

Wraith Creed · 04-03-2012, 09:38 PM

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[/html]As Myrika questioned Nathaniel, Wraith drifted off to follow a similar path as the white doggish coyote. Max seemed to be intent on locating the stray animals, and since Wraith wanted to do well and really help contribute, she followed his lead and set to work. With her nose low to the ground, and only raising it when the wind brought her something interesting, Wraith followed a similar direction as Max. Every so often, she would zigzag away from the group, but always seemed to find her way back. As Max moved East, Wraith swung around to head north-east and try to find the prey from another direction. Eventually, they converged once more and Wraith could see Max's tail wagging. She smelled it too.
Myrika whispered for them to spread out and Wraith immediately took off. She was quick and quiet, as a scout should be, and found herself coming to one side of the caribou. She could see them now -- just barely -- and her clanmates, too, though they were hidden much better. She slunk closer and closer and then closer still, but that was all she dared. She had positioned herself to be at the side and drive the caribou to the lake, while another coyote could attack their prey from behind. Since Wraith thought her speed greatly outweighed her strength, she figured she would be one of the best to charge at the beasts. And of course, she wanted to give Nathaniel a chance to show off and give him the opportunity to choose his role in this hunt. He wasn’t as sure-footed as Max, but Wraith knew that her brother could excel at anything he set his mind to.

She felt herself smile at the thought knowing that she was hunting with her brother and her friends. Staying low to the ground, she waited for the moment when she would attack.[html]

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Max Klein · 04-30-2012, 10:25 AM

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There was an obvious advantage in Max’s pelt at this time of year. Winter was his season and would be such—he had been born in winter and struggled through it as wild things do. Summer had shown him hardship and nearly killed him, and was no friend of his. February was, with its howling gales and biting frost, and the Malamute-cross reveled in it. To live was to struggle, and winter brought out the best of this.

Taking Myrika’s cue, the big hybrid slipped off. With his pelt and size he was an obvious choice for the striker, and this would allow him to take the kill. Snow banks hid him well enough, and if not for the dark splash of his nose or the gleaming yellow of his eyes, he might have belonged to the earth. Still, his confidence was based only on the fact he had done this with others before—Ezekiel often favored his Optime form, of course, and this changed things, but Max was best suited for his four legs.

Tension rippled through his body and focused all of his senses ahead. The group would choose the target, and he would respond accordingly.

Myrika Tears · 05-01-2012, 04:16 AM

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The younger coyotes were quiet and professional, spreading out to cover their ground. Myrika wasn't exactly sure what to expect -- they weren't children anymore, any of them, but neither were they experienced adults. She remembered her own days of young adulthood as being filled with folly and certainty of her prowess, when in reality she had been little better than a pup. These canines were different, however -- perhaps it was Inferni, or perhaps she just had a poor perspective on herself at that age. Myri couldn't be certain.

There was stillness and quiet in the air as the quartet of canines slipped amongst the deer. Myrika's bright turquoise eyes appraised them each carefully, along with her nose and ears -- she smelled for the scents of old blood, injury and illness; she listened for the sounds of a gait just slightly off-kilter. These animals were winter-hardy, but they were also weary. There was less forage in the cold season, and the big deer were showing this fact of the seasons in their slimmer bodies.

The red-hued coyote finally sought one her instincts told her was a better chance than the rest: an older sow, her left rear foot lagging oddly as she meandered through the snows. Her head was down, and she seemed in pain -- a choice target for coyotes hoping for the best success. There was no telling which would present as the most opportune in the heat of the hunt, though, and Myri made no signal toward an individual. Instead, the tawny coyote slid from the underbrush on four paws, her big ears pricked upward.

A few of the herd lifted their heads, looking toward her. Though they gave a snort of alarm, the herd itself did not move -- one coyote, wolf-sized as she was, was hardly a threat to these creatures. For a moment Myri pondered whether appearing in her two-legged form would make a difference or not: was the upright posture forgotten with man, or did some instinct still drive prey to wariness? She did not have long to ponder this, for the herd's alarm had presently grown, and they were beginning to move, slow at first, and then almost panicking.

Wraith Creed · 05-04-2012, 07:16 PM

Works for me! I PP'd Nate as flanking the herd, so I hope that's cool. Lemme know if you would like any changes~
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[/html]As Wraith drifted away from Max and Myrika, she saw the others begin to take their places. The wind was still and silent: perfect for a hunt. If they were lucky, it wouldn't change and blow their scents any closer. Animals like this were so skittish already, so they would do best if the animals didn't suspect anything. But despite their planning and their stealth, something made the herd move. Slowly, the animals shifted and trotted farther away. Closer to the lake, but farther from the coyotes. Wraith squinted after the retreating prey, but held her position. If she moved now, she would only give herself away.

She watched as the animals swarmed together farther away and then began to disperse to search for food. Their moment of paranoia ended, so Wraith began to stalk closer. As she moved through the snow, she noticed one sow limping as it struggled to catch up with the herd. Wraith couldn’t tell what was wrong with it, but its gait was awkward and not nearly as flowing and effortless as the others. She grinned. She had her target.

As the animals set about to scratching the bark on the trees and digging through the snow for plants, Wraith crept around the edge of the herd. She slunk closer until she could see the sow, only metres away. With a burst of speed, she leapt out of the bush yapping and screaming at the herd to drive them away. As she did this, she saw Nate come around from the other side of the herd in an attempt to separate the sow from the herd. [html]

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