08-10-2012, 03:48 PM
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When the other moved forward Gal failed to notice any possible overstepping of personal boundaries, as she happened to have little regard for them for the most part. However, in a whole new setting full of creatures she'd never met before, and full of packs she'd only heard rumors of existing, she felt a little more inclined to generally keep her distance. But more importantly than maintaining proper distance, perhaps, was proper body posture! And as the other seemed more highly ranked than herself, Gal felt it was necessary to hold her ears at a respectable angle, though her tail dared sway slightly where it hung as the Issor's began to, and then with that selfless offer Galleta's entire being had flipped from looking like some forlorn puppy to being ecstatic and hyper-appreciative!
"You'd do that?" she inquired, her voice little more than an excited yip with it's constant dose of melody. Her sudden enthusiasm seemed to all but completely destroy any idea that sickness could be the cause of her lack of success with hunting, "That would be...excelente!" She exclaimed, though quickly hushed her voice, looking a bit sheepish over the noise she was making, knowing it wouldn't be a good idea if a hunt was to ensue. In addition, she seemed suddenly concerned with the notion of pack borders, "There is a lot of scent like your here," she whispered, "I hope I'm not over the borders?" Though at least if she was she was fortunate enough not to have actually caught the food that belonged to anyone who'd claimed this land, and additionally, lucky that she had happened into one who seemed rather forgiving of how close Gal dared get to the territory of her family.
Waiting only for answers to these questions, Gal would begin testing the air, her head falling close to the ground as the moisture in the air did its best to drown out any scent trails there. Perhaps this was her first problem with the hunting she'd tried earlier: improper tracking. "I'm okay with the sneaking, the running, and the pouncing," the chatty lass continued in her hushed voice, "It's just the tracking and the timing is not easy." With that she lifted her head from the ground, satisfied with finding that the only thing that had along that spot recently was the vole she'd scared off, perhaps that meant her raised voice earlier hadn't actually caused any harm.
When the other moved forward Gal failed to notice any possible overstepping of personal boundaries, as she happened to have little regard for them for the most part. However, in a whole new setting full of creatures she'd never met before, and full of packs she'd only heard rumors of existing, she felt a little more inclined to generally keep her distance. But more importantly than maintaining proper distance, perhaps, was proper body posture! And as the other seemed more highly ranked than herself, Gal felt it was necessary to hold her ears at a respectable angle, though her tail dared sway slightly where it hung as the Issor's began to, and then with that selfless offer Galleta's entire being had flipped from looking like some forlorn puppy to being ecstatic and hyper-appreciative!"You'd do that?" she inquired, her voice little more than an excited yip with it's constant dose of melody. Her sudden enthusiasm seemed to all but completely destroy any idea that sickness could be the cause of her lack of success with hunting, "That would be...excelente!" She exclaimed, though quickly hushed her voice, looking a bit sheepish over the noise she was making, knowing it wouldn't be a good idea if a hunt was to ensue. In addition, she seemed suddenly concerned with the notion of pack borders, "There is a lot of scent like your here," she whispered, "I hope I'm not over the borders?" Though at least if she was she was fortunate enough not to have actually caught the food that belonged to anyone who'd claimed this land, and additionally, lucky that she had happened into one who seemed rather forgiving of how close Gal dared get to the territory of her family.
Waiting only for answers to these questions, Gal would begin testing the air, her head falling close to the ground as the moisture in the air did its best to drown out any scent trails there. Perhaps this was her first problem with the hunting she'd tried earlier: improper tracking. "I'm okay with the sneaking, the running, and the pouncing," the chatty lass continued in her hushed voice, "It's just the tracking and the timing is not easy." With that she lifted her head from the ground, satisfied with finding that the only thing that had along that spot recently was the vole she'd scared off, perhaps that meant her raised voice earlier hadn't actually caused any harm.
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