05-26-2011, 11:34 PM
wc: 450
Aletha smiled gently and a tad nervously at the wolf dog with the blond tresses. Who knows maybe she would enjoy this. Even if she decided to leave the pack at least she would go with the knowledge of how to build fences, just wether she would need to know that our not was a good question.
"All-right" She said quietly but with small smile gracing her features. Feeling very privileged for the permission to hunt on an other packs land. One last look back with a quick promise to not take long, the half baffin island wolf fled into the woods.
She bounded off, easily bouncing off the logs, twisting around trees, and dewy ferns. Running made her feel freer and happier then when ever she slept or fed. To run was defiantly her thing and the day she was to old for it she hoped would never catch up.
A couple meters from Foxglove Monroe’s trail. She stopped to smell the ground. The heavy fragrance of warm fertile dirt and leaf matter, filled her nostrils with there earthy perfume. All the scents barly masking the barest trace of a fine spring hare, maybe a few if she was lucky. She rose her elegantly shaped head. Body now tense like those old pictures of the human times of a hunting hound. The female creature shivering slightly with the prospect of game.
Leaping through the foliage now more silent, stealthy and deadly. All those aspects sharpened after a whole small life time of trial and error.
A small while later she came out of the brambles carrying three limp carcasses of rabbits just losing the soft white winter fur. One was already almost striped clean of flesh though to much to be left to waste. Sniffing the way back to Foxglove over the heavy scent of fresh spilled blood and rabbit, further into the forest.
The trail led by one of those tree huts witch smelled heavily of Foxglove. They were quite common in the valley. Though she was still carefully to avoid it.
Reaching her partner by some bulky hoofed creatures she lay the rabbit a little ways from her feet. The fur lightly matted with saliva.
"I caught a few, if yourself is hungry." She said briskly though eyes glimmered with pride for her fine catches.
Turning to the new task at hand Althea eyed it critically. Trying to decide how to hold the thing up. Having decided she grabbed the log like a giant stick in-between her teeth. Her neck muscles let out a small protest not used to such a workout, but she held it as firmly as possible with her knees and joints slightly buckled.
Aletha smiled gently and a tad nervously at the wolf dog with the blond tresses. Who knows maybe she would enjoy this. Even if she decided to leave the pack at least she would go with the knowledge of how to build fences, just wether she would need to know that our not was a good question.
"All-right" She said quietly but with small smile gracing her features. Feeling very privileged for the permission to hunt on an other packs land. One last look back with a quick promise to not take long, the half baffin island wolf fled into the woods.
She bounded off, easily bouncing off the logs, twisting around trees, and dewy ferns. Running made her feel freer and happier then when ever she slept or fed. To run was defiantly her thing and the day she was to old for it she hoped would never catch up.
A couple meters from Foxglove Monroe’s trail. She stopped to smell the ground. The heavy fragrance of warm fertile dirt and leaf matter, filled her nostrils with there earthy perfume. All the scents barly masking the barest trace of a fine spring hare, maybe a few if she was lucky. She rose her elegantly shaped head. Body now tense like those old pictures of the human times of a hunting hound. The female creature shivering slightly with the prospect of game.
Leaping through the foliage now more silent, stealthy and deadly. All those aspects sharpened after a whole small life time of trial and error.
A small while later she came out of the brambles carrying three limp carcasses of rabbits just losing the soft white winter fur. One was already almost striped clean of flesh though to much to be left to waste. Sniffing the way back to Foxglove over the heavy scent of fresh spilled blood and rabbit, further into the forest.
The trail led by one of those tree huts witch smelled heavily of Foxglove. They were quite common in the valley. Though she was still carefully to avoid it.
Reaching her partner by some bulky hoofed creatures she lay the rabbit a little ways from her feet. The fur lightly matted with saliva.
"I caught a few, if yourself is hungry." She said briskly though eyes glimmered with pride for her fine catches.
Turning to the new task at hand Althea eyed it critically. Trying to decide how to hold the thing up. Having decided she grabbed the log like a giant stick in-between her teeth. Her neck muscles let out a small protest not used to such a workout, but she held it as firmly as possible with her knees and joints slightly buckled.