02-18-2009, 07:37 PM
Moose jumped back into the fray almost as soon as he had left. The sting from the doe's front hoof subsiding against his side, he threw his body weight against the female as Anu latched upon her head. With their combined efforts, the magnificent beast soon fell. Her ragged last breaths came, gurgling through the gaping wound in her neck, and finally she lay still.
His body surged with energy, his fur stained crimson. Red drops spattered on the nearby snow, driping from the body of their prey as well as their mouths from the hunt. Tonight he would have Crimson Dreams.
The smell of blood worked upon him, raising his heart rate and trying to throw him into a frenzy. He remembered his place and waitted. Anu would have first taste of their kill, dining before he himself was allowed.
The thrill of the hunt. He smiled, baring his white canines, a contrast against his gore smeared maw. It had been quite some time since he had been able to hunt with another wolf, much less successfully. Anu was a skilled hunter and a fast runner. The feelings of acceptance and contentment flooded him again, sweeping up his mind as he waited for her signal to eat and causing him to float among his memories.
Moose remembered his first hunt well. As was the norm in his pack, as soon as he was able to keep up he was allowed to hunt. His first hunt had been a successful one, and allowed him to live up his namesake--on his first hunt he was skilled enough to land the killing bite on the moose they were hunting. The coppery smell of blood, the feel of the pulsating vein in his mouth, the sweet taste of the meat later that evening; all things he would never forget.
His body surged with energy, his fur stained crimson. Red drops spattered on the nearby snow, driping from the body of their prey as well as their mouths from the hunt. Tonight he would have Crimson Dreams.
The smell of blood worked upon him, raising his heart rate and trying to throw him into a frenzy. He remembered his place and waitted. Anu would have first taste of their kill, dining before he himself was allowed.
The thrill of the hunt. He smiled, baring his white canines, a contrast against his gore smeared maw. It had been quite some time since he had been able to hunt with another wolf, much less successfully. Anu was a skilled hunter and a fast runner. The feelings of acceptance and contentment flooded him again, sweeping up his mind as he waited for her signal to eat and causing him to float among his memories.
Moose remembered his first hunt well. As was the norm in his pack, as soon as he was able to keep up he was allowed to hunt. His first hunt had been a successful one, and allowed him to live up his namesake--on his first hunt he was skilled enough to land the killing bite on the moose they were hunting. The coppery smell of blood, the feel of the pulsating vein in his mouth, the sweet taste of the meat later that evening; all things he would never forget.