When Larkspur hunted, he usually went alone. Today was no exception. Eris had been spending much of her time with Sirius, while his children were old enough to stay alone or with their new coyote house-mate keeping an eye on them. He had risen before the lot of them, though Eris’ cat had been awake and left with him. He did not keep track of the feline, but had come across him more readily outside now that the weather had begun to change. Today, though, was the right sort of weather for him to hunt large game. Given his mass, Larkspur was capable of bringing a deer down on his own with ease. Catching it was the hardest part.
He stalked sundry and recognizable scents through the forests surrounding the Anathema caves, orange eyes seeing but unseeing as he went. His pelt was no friend to the forests, but it was slowly being broken up by sections of white that would no doubt give him a salt-and-pepper look within the coming years. Secretly, he wished to be white, but in his heart knew that Tak and not Ankh had chosen him. Still, the Lady had shown him her favor and for this he was thankful. Likewise, he was thankful when he came across the deer. They were nervous, which gave him pause. Slowly, he crept low and searched for the weakest member—as of yet oblivious to the unfamiliar wolf.
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