In the winter the lone wolf withers

Noah · 01-21-2012, 05:18 AM

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The winter was here and it was harder on some of the pack members that did not know of the small prizes that could be found when looking, granted sometimes you had to be heartless when it came time to find that meal and kill the young or old. However a meal in the winter was a meal in the winter. Mice, rats, rabbit, vole, and many more of the small rodents made a nice meal this time of year, after all what was the Omega expected to eat.

Noah knew that being the pack’s Omega meant that he was officially the last one to eat, even before the new members coming in. That meant if he was lucky he would have a bone or two to suck the marrow out of. He knew that he would slim down, however he knew it was not because of his put out with his mother, or of his setbacks, his heart and morals had landed him here. The male would let any one that needed to talk to do so, and he would do everything within his moral and physical power to make others around him happy and pleased. The male wanted to wear the title with honor however it just was not a rank that someone wanted to go around boasting about.

The tripod male moved though the lands, down a path of the pack lands. Seeing the she leader, he knew what she was doing, what everyone had on their mind. That was trying to find a bite or two to eat. Though, he did not want to come off as to prideful, or disrespectful of her rank with in these lands. So Noah did what he thought would be the best and maybe the safest route to take and that would be asking the young leader. ”Any luck Miss?” The silver male looked at her as he saw her two long ears pointed towards the ground, looking down as if she was waiting on one to them sleeping animals to jump out in front of her and beg for them to be eaten alive by her.

There was more to hunting then waiting, it was feeling the ground under the feet, feeling for any and all shifts in the ground, the slights of move could hint to the skill trapper of the food on the run. The half blind male trusted the ability to feel the shifts in the grounds and how the wrath felt under his feet more than any other thing that he could use to get a meal.

The male nuzzled her cheek greeting her as he looked down at her paws, he wanted to chuckle as how hopeless she looked, but the male just didn’t have the heart to do something that mean when she was trying she was trying really hard. ”W..w..w..willing to learn a f..f..f..few tricks from a g..g..g..gimp?” He was willing to teach if someone was willing to learn with an open mind, he would and could show her how to feel for the movements and then he could show her some more human like ways. Setting up traps, smoking prey out, oh the list could go on and on, he would start simple with her; he wasn’t sure what all she had been shown with in her short life thus far.

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