05-08-2010, 11:35 PM
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I think this'd be a good place to end, if you want to reply one last time (since Ghita doesn't have a clue how to divide up the meat)! <33 Thanks for the thread! Crippled auntie demands that she track Cambria down, btw. <3 WC: 500~ The kill had been relatively quick, their choice in prey obviously a good one in terms of strength and size. The buck that now lay between the two was relatively large, enough for each party to take half and still call it a successful hunt. Ghita's flanks only heaved slightly, the ribs protruding then sinking away as the air returned to the fae's lungs, the crimson blood trapped within veins running laps around her frame. Hearing two sets of paws approaching, the fae had forgotten about Nayati's companion momentarily, ears flicking up in surprise until the two frames were recognized. Relaxing the muscles that had mysteriously become tensed, the two shared a smile, and something more; It was rare that two wolves from different packs could work so well together, in tandem and excellent rhythm with an excellent result. Certainly a unique experience for both, the day's events were something that Ghita would mull over and try to apply to her own pack, discussing the tactic with her sister. Watching the male as he retrieved the arrow, the action startled her at first. But it was only natural - a commodity such as arrows were rare and valuable, something Ghita grew to appreciate as the arrow was cleaned off and returned to the quiver. Working with the only tools she had - her claws and teeth - those were always on her body and, in essence, taken for granted at times. If either wolf suddenly lost the ability to use their tools, the effect would be the same across the board - they would become less effective, but to an extent. If Nayati lost his bow, he would still be able to fight with tooth and claw, albeit less effectively (since the bow was his obvious weapon of choice), but all the same, he wouldn't be defenseless. But if Ghita's weapons were jeopardized, the fae would become as useless as a newborn pup. Without her claws and teeth, Ghita was nothing - she didn't know anything about the bow or the sword - everything relied on her own body's abilities. A common fear that plagued her was being restrained, physically unable to move or fight. For the long-time nomad, such a life was unimaginable save for her nightmares. Dragged back to the present where safety and success reigned, the fae nodded, the current issue at hand - or paw. "That'd be wise - we both have a ways to travel before returning home, I guess?" In reality, Ghita didn't know where Aniwaya's 'home base' was, but the distance was still considerable even to the Dreamers' Manor. It wasn't necessarily late in the day, but not overly early either - and Ghita really wanted to be there to hear her childrens' 'exciting' days, as she did most nights. Stepping back, she let the gesture speak for itself - Nayati was free to take his half first. "And with you - I've never worked with an archer before.", she said, eyes sparkling. |