Range Practise

Light Goldenfeather · 11-24-2011, 05:33 AM

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Word Count → 455 :: Who's ready to meet Saxif's uncle? XD

The male had found the land that had been riddled with the very faint scents of his niece days before. It was near the stables in the grounds that were still noticeably ravaged by war. He had grown slightly saddened when it was clear her blood had been shed. He wanted to ask questions but the usually silent male kept his queries to a minimum. It wasn’t his nature to inquire about personal matters, he only asked questions when others required answers. He knew Saxif was safe though his dreams were never altered or disturbed since she had left, the Great Spirit wouldn’t allow him to go without some sign of her departure into the Spirit World. Their paths would meet one day he was sure of it. Until then he would remain here.

He hadn’t met much of the pack; his duties as of late had been learning the land. If there was one thing a hunter must learn is the land they were going to be hunting. That day though, the regal white male had decided to stay within the lands. He was near the village where a range of sorts had been assembled. He was required to learn to hunt with weapons something he had not been very familiar with but he was willing to give it a try. So he constructed a crude weapon he had been familiar with. In his homeland the winter was the time of the great waters hunt. Every one of his fellow hunters and guards would travel further North to the great waters of ice and snow. Together they would bring down the large beasts known as the whale to many of these Western wolves. The only weapon they had ever needed in the dangerous task was a spear, for the thick hide of the animal couldn’t be penetrated with their usually reliable claws.

When he finished fastening the stone point to the stick he nodded and began his training. He stood with great pride positioning the spear within his strong grasp before he took a slight running start. His long grey waist length braid swung gracefully behind him. With all his might he threw the spear at the target in the distance and though his aim wasn’t great he had struck it. He allowed a slight grin grow on half his face. Guess I am not as rusty as I thought. Still needs work though. The male’s face grew stern once more as he jogged to the target feeling the run was a slight waste of time. Going to need more of these for next time. He said to himself when he finally settled back where he had begun readying himself for a second throw.

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