When Shall We Feast?
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The alpha wandered the territory, hiding his hulking halfling form in the shadows of the forest as he quietly breathed in the air. He had been stalking a small herd of white-tailed deer for a while now. The herd consisted of a fair amount of doe, a couple of fawns and a few stag. To feed the small group, that he know called his pack, only a stag would do. The though of winter had been haunting the new leader. Although they were small in numbers Casa di Cavalieri seemed to be growing at a steady rate, while the food storage was looking as bare as ever. He knew his members were capable of fending for themselves, all of them were healthy canines and able to catch their own food, but what would happen during the winter when they were larger in numbers and food was scarce?


Golden eyes stared out at the herd from his hiding place, picking out which stag would make the best meal. The difficulty in hunting alone, for such a large wolf, was getting close enough to the target. The warrior crouched low as he made his way along the edge of the open valley, being careful not to move so the wind would catch his scent and warn the forest creatures. He was so close. Placing one of his back paws down a sudden ‘snap’ of a brunch caused the herd to scatter. Without wasting a moment Jazper launched his large body forward, reaching a massive paw out just in time to trip the nearby stag. Both animals stumbled and continued the chase, the distance shortened by the scratch along the stag’s back leg. Gaining momentum the warrior tripped the stag once more and the creature tumbled to the ground giving Jazper the opportunity to go for the throat, relieving the stag from the pain.


Looking the creature over he noted the clean job. The only marks on the stag’s body being the throat wound and some bloody scratches on the legs. Sitting down by the belly he raised a large head into the air, releasing a song calling for all pack members to join him. It was time he took action as a leader.

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