The Way of Fang and Claw

Augustus · 07-01-2012, 03:43 PM

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The Epsilon gazed at her warily the moments that followed, ready to correct any other breach in etiquette with physical response. His body was tense and his pelt puffed up to accentuate his already massive frame. He held his tail a little higher and stood in silence until he was sure that the gold hued female would not threaten him anymore. He was a wolf of the wild, a living ancestor. His home was far to the north and west, there Luperci were few to none, and his pack was dead set against them, they threatened their way of life, and the sacred balance. Wolves were not meant to walk on two legs like the cruel humans who had once hunted them to near extinction, that was the truth that a young Augustus once grew up to believe. The months that passed gave birth to tragedy and in Lionel’s madness the young tundra wolf lost his brother and closest friend. Another few months later his belief was shaken as he was blamed for unthinkable crimes, betrayal, kin slaying, and allying with the very creatures his pack hated.

All lies, but none the less the young Augustus was chased from the lands he had once known as home. He knew not why they’d turned on him, or what he’d even done to deserve this fate, but one thing was true, his beliefs were now and truly shaken. So, battling hunger, and infection he finally came to rest in Nova Scotia, where he learned of his ignorance and found a home. He even took a Luperci as his mate. Ciara rarely shifted, but he’d no doubt come a long way from where he’d been before.

When she spoke again, he nodded once, pleased with her response. He was always eager for a challenge, and the moose, unspeakable to hunt on his own, would prove a daunting task indeed, but he had another set of paws, fangs, and claws. It was not impossible. Improbable? Yes. But impossible? No. He was a powerful predator, and had faced both cougar and bear, and been victorious.

He eyes searched for the trail and he spoke one word. Follow. He turned his back on her with tail still held high and trotted alongside the tracks. He lowered his nose to the ground, and sniffed in earnest. It was several moments before something struck him. His fur snagged on a low hanging branch, but he shook it off only to catch a whiff of something. He turned lowered his muzzle to confirm, and soon his yellow eyes caught sight of the smallest tuft of hair caught in the very same tangle of growth. He nosed it towards Palaydrian with a grunt. We’re getting closer. He rumbled.

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