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WC:322 OOC: Shaw is a pretty big wolf: Height: 50 Inches Weight: 210 LBS Length:80 Inches. (when/if he turns to his Optime form he will be 8ft 2in.) Just leting you know because he really is a mutant XD
Shawchert needed a change of scenery, he’d been in Cercatori for some time, only to retrieve his daughter from Crimson Dreams did he leave the pack. Now he wanted to hunt fresh blood, and he wasn’t going to get that from their territory, though he knew there was plenty to eat, he just wanted an excuse to leave the pack lands for now. Changing to his lupus form, he felt strange keeping the loin cloth that covered him on, but he didn’t really find it too distracting. The ferret that went with him everywhere was with him now as well. She was good at her own kind of hunting and he knew he would never loose the little animal. So setting off the large wolf made his way closer to the AniWayan territory, but he wouldn’t cross it. He found himself in a lightly wooded area, with thinner trees, and sparser vegitation, though it was teaming with animals. The man put his nose to the ground and started sniffing, searching for a perfect scent. The young ferret jumped off of him and went to do her own business.
Shaw found a good scent and followed. He silently crept up on the animal, it was fattened up for the winter, and it wasn’t something he saw in the forests of Cercatori. Orin would love such a plump prize. Shaw crept as close as he dared, before waiting for the woodchuck to move in a position the man could use to his advantage, but to his dismay, the animal turned to Shaw and saw him, and bolted. Shawchert gave chase, but though he was large and could cover more ground he was much slower than that of a more agile wolf. The animal was in it’s burrow before Shaw could touch it. Growling Shawchert started digging, more out of frustration than thinking he could actually get the animal out of the hole.