we walk into the tide

Saul Stormbringer · 11-14-2010, 03:35 PM

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ooc;; No worries Libri dear! I hope Conor can teach him something at least¬

Long legs strecthed back and forward, lengthy back stretching wider as his legs brought more and more ground beneath him. His still-strong puppy playfulness told him to simply chase and see where it got him, likely the way all puppies learned to hunt in the first place. His heart told him to chase whatever was in front of him, but his logical mind told him to hunt the weakest, the youngest or the oldest. They were the ones he had to chase. While he could have run these rabbits all around town and halfway over Dahlia, he seemed to circle them, bringing them together in a tight group as if hearding them. He didnt want to stray too far away from Berwick and this mornings run had kept him close to home. Whilst twisting and turning, his body dancing a happy rhythm as he kept the rabbits in a tight and frightened circle, a cinnamon figure stepped out from around the corner and perched down to watch. Conor was here.

Heart pounding in his chest, Saul's brows creased in concentration. Conor was here and the stakes were just a little higher. Green eyes locked on to one older rabbit, its back leg stiffer than the others around it. That would be his quarry. Powerful hind legs pushed harder, front legs often coming together as he bounded. Two times he snapped at the white fluff that served as a tail. The old rabbit was tiring, pulling behind from the group that, upon seeing their sheepdog's distraction, had broken away in scattering waves. He cared not for them any more, his prey was slipping, stumbling, tripping on its own stiffness and the large wolf on its paws. Saul pounced, front paws trapping the animal between the two. He gazed down at the little rabbit before his teeth sunk into the soft tissue just behind its nose. It would suffocate soon enough. He glanced back at Conor before picking the creature up and trotting over to his leader.

"I caught it Conor!! They didn't get away from me this time!"

He beamed, still not believing that he had actually caught the rabbit. All his previous attempts had failed, the rabbit getting far away from him before he was even close. But the pressure of his leader watching seemed to have made the boy excel. Gazing up at Conor, he saw a troubled man. Eveyone seemed to be troubled right now and he was too ignorant to figure it out. He fluffed his fully grown tail softly back and forward as he sat down and cocked his head softly to the side.

"Is everything okay?"

He inquired lightly, trying to pose the question at its least serious. He smiled softly, speckles of blood staining his snowy muzzle from his kill. He would eat it soon, but common courtesy demanded he speak to his leader. Ears at a half mast, body already lower than the cinnamon brutes, Saul showed signs of submission in a casual manner, nothing too obvious.

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