04-24-2012, 04:22 PM
Are they actually going to catch something? Or should it be just a simple lesson.
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He was about to warn her when she went ahead and stuck her nose into the deer droppings anyway. An amused grin flitted across his face, thinking that this may be another lesson for her, you didn't stick your nose into just everything because sometimes things bit back. He watched her with mild curiosity, letting her learn from the experience as she snuffled her way all around the area trying to work out which way the deer had gone. There were even subtler signs that showed the direction the deer had been traveling but that was a lesson for another time perhaps, today would be just the basics.
His hunter's eyes darted back and forth, noting clumps of fur caught on twigs and clinging to the bark of the trees where they had rubbed against the rough surfaces. Nibbled branches and saplings, some of which still oozed their lifeblood. The line of almost invisible destruction was stronger, fresher to his right as the trail snaked away into the underbrush and so it was to that direction that he turned.
"Now we hunt." Wolves were not usually solitary hunters but with the development of the virus that gave them hands and an upright form, more and more had come to rely on their own singular skill rather than that of the pack. Lorenzo however had come to favor his secui form when hunting, his faster and more easily his form, rather than his optime. Thick legs and large paws made almost no sound as they picked their way almost fussily through the forest,
"Keeping quiet. No stand on leaves." To demonstrate this he deliberately stood on a pile of leaves which rustled, sounding overly loud in the quietness. It was impossible to keep completely silent, the forest was like an maze of traps and tricks, always ready to produce an unwanted sound and give the game away but with caution and some degree of care, a stealthy hunter could hide his or her presence with some degree of effectiveness.
338
He was about to warn her when she went ahead and stuck her nose into the deer droppings anyway. An amused grin flitted across his face, thinking that this may be another lesson for her, you didn't stick your nose into just everything because sometimes things bit back. He watched her with mild curiosity, letting her learn from the experience as she snuffled her way all around the area trying to work out which way the deer had gone. There were even subtler signs that showed the direction the deer had been traveling but that was a lesson for another time perhaps, today would be just the basics.
His hunter's eyes darted back and forth, noting clumps of fur caught on twigs and clinging to the bark of the trees where they had rubbed against the rough surfaces. Nibbled branches and saplings, some of which still oozed their lifeblood. The line of almost invisible destruction was stronger, fresher to his right as the trail snaked away into the underbrush and so it was to that direction that he turned.
"Now we hunt." Wolves were not usually solitary hunters but with the development of the virus that gave them hands and an upright form, more and more had come to rely on their own singular skill rather than that of the pack. Lorenzo however had come to favor his secui form when hunting, his faster and more easily his form, rather than his optime. Thick legs and large paws made almost no sound as they picked their way almost fussily through the forest,
"Keeping quiet. No stand on leaves." To demonstrate this he deliberately stood on a pile of leaves which rustled, sounding overly loud in the quietness. It was impossible to keep completely silent, the forest was like an maze of traps and tricks, always ready to produce an unwanted sound and give the game away but with caution and some degree of care, a stealthy hunter could hide his or her presence with some degree of effectiveness.