07-11-2011, 08:52 PM
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WC:300+
OOC:
It was a beautiful day for a hunt, a typical hot summer day. He knew already from the look of the others around him that he would take the back, being the largest he would have trouble keeping up with the smaller wolves fast feet but his size would come in handy once the faster males and Ghita had surrounded the moose. At this point in his life he wasn't at all afraid of hunting down a moose. It was huge, no doubt about that, but it had only been months since he had earned the four clawed scar that ran from his right shoulder all the way down and across his left hip. A trophy of sorts given to him from a the bear he had attacked and almost killed out of defense for his family. The scar was clearly visible to the group as they sat in a circle, awaiting the other black male to lead the way.
He took little notice as the leading male lowered his ears and exposed his neck slightly, or that the greyish male had not changed his body language. In Crimson Dreams rank, or size, was not given as much emphasis as it had in other packs but Jazper had the blood of his alpha father in him. He nudged Ghita just above her hip as she ran her fingers through his mane just before the action started. With a brief look it appeared the hunt was on. The Knight waited the moment for Ghita to shift, allowing her to move in front of him. Due to his broad chest, and over all large body Jazper started behind the faster three at a fast trot, saving his energy for doing what he would be most useful for, pushing over the moose once it was exhausted.
Talk.
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WC:300+
OOC:
It was a beautiful day for a hunt, a typical hot summer day. He knew already from the look of the others around him that he would take the back, being the largest he would have trouble keeping up with the smaller wolves fast feet but his size would come in handy once the faster males and Ghita had surrounded the moose. At this point in his life he wasn't at all afraid of hunting down a moose. It was huge, no doubt about that, but it had only been months since he had earned the four clawed scar that ran from his right shoulder all the way down and across his left hip. A trophy of sorts given to him from a the bear he had attacked and almost killed out of defense for his family. The scar was clearly visible to the group as they sat in a circle, awaiting the other black male to lead the way.
He took little notice as the leading male lowered his ears and exposed his neck slightly, or that the greyish male had not changed his body language. In Crimson Dreams rank, or size, was not given as much emphasis as it had in other packs but Jazper had the blood of his alpha father in him. He nudged Ghita just above her hip as she ran her fingers through his mane just before the action started. With a brief look it appeared the hunt was on. The Knight waited the moment for Ghita to shift, allowing her to move in front of him. Due to his broad chest, and over all large body Jazper started behind the faster three at a fast trot, saving his energy for doing what he would be most useful for, pushing over the moose once it was exhausted.
Talk.
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