08-21-2010, 02:00 PM
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Larkspur hunted almost daily. While he was training his nephew in survival skills (something Harlowe was not all that good at) he still could not expect the boy to always come home full. Harlowe was too full of pride to admit if he had not caught a meal, and Larkspur made certain they were both fed daily. Sometimes he would hunt for others, as was his duty to the pack, but this was not often. Yet he made time for the younger ones, intent on ensuring they grew strong. Misery had been right; Larkspur would have been a fantastic father.
Wolves didn’t often come to the vineyards, finding them more out of the way then the central area that the majority of the pack stayed in. Yet occasionally they did, as was the case today. The black wolf (tracking the same rabbit as Wonder) turned a corner, eyeballing the tracks left in the rich soil. His quarry had caught the scent of the stranger and fled not all that long ago. With a grunt, the hunter turned his attention to the unfamiliar wolf. She was sleeping a few yards away. Though he had no intention of disturbing her, the older male sat in the warm earth and watched. He liked being able to recognize his pack, even if they very rarely interacted.
Wolves didn’t often come to the vineyards, finding them more out of the way then the central area that the majority of the pack stayed in. Yet occasionally they did, as was the case today. The black wolf (tracking the same rabbit as Wonder) turned a corner, eyeballing the tracks left in the rich soil. His quarry had caught the scent of the stranger and fled not all that long ago. With a grunt, the hunter turned his attention to the unfamiliar wolf. She was sleeping a few yards away. Though he had no intention of disturbing her, the older male sat in the warm earth and watched. He liked being able to recognize his pack, even if they very rarely interacted.
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