12-12-2011, 05:29 PM
Merlin could see if he chattered on about his life she would sure get bored of it. She didn't look like the listening type, no offence to her though. He smiled at her introduction, "Amy, glad to meet you too."
He knew she looked younger; she had a brighter fur, more young and fresh, it almost made Merlin feel old. A sudden slight pain stuck in Merlin's stomach, all of this company and trading had made him forget of his hunger. He smelt the air to check of any close animals. To his surprise, there was a hint of deer in the air. Merlin was confused, why would a deer get so close to wolves?
He looked over at Amy, "Wait a moment, I think I smell Breakfast." He quickly but quietly dashed off into the direction of the deer.
When he was in sight of the deer, he climbed a short distance of a nearby tree, carefully placing his feet on strong branches. He looked over at the deer. It was a fawn, probably lost its mother in the cold. Merlin felt a little sorry or ending its life, but for all he knew this could be the only available meal in the snow. He waited until the fawn's head was turned, and then he flung his knife at the back of the fawn's head.
A clean kill, ending the fawn's life quickly and painlessly. He rushed down the tree and retrieved his knife from the little dead deer. He wished he hadn't killed it, but it probably would have died in the cold anyway. He grabbed the fawn's legs and swung them over his back and returned to Amy.
He was feeling warmer because the sudden rush of a hunt, and a lot more happy then he was at the beginning of the day.
"Hungry?" He asked Amy dropping the fawn down and smiling with success.
He knew she looked younger; she had a brighter fur, more young and fresh, it almost made Merlin feel old. A sudden slight pain stuck in Merlin's stomach, all of this company and trading had made him forget of his hunger. He smelt the air to check of any close animals. To his surprise, there was a hint of deer in the air. Merlin was confused, why would a deer get so close to wolves?
He looked over at Amy, "Wait a moment, I think I smell Breakfast." He quickly but quietly dashed off into the direction of the deer.
When he was in sight of the deer, he climbed a short distance of a nearby tree, carefully placing his feet on strong branches. He looked over at the deer. It was a fawn, probably lost its mother in the cold. Merlin felt a little sorry or ending its life, but for all he knew this could be the only available meal in the snow. He waited until the fawn's head was turned, and then he flung his knife at the back of the fawn's head.
A clean kill, ending the fawn's life quickly and painlessly. He rushed down the tree and retrieved his knife from the little dead deer. He wished he hadn't killed it, but it probably would have died in the cold anyway. He grabbed the fawn's legs and swung them over his back and returned to Amy.
He was feeling warmer because the sudden rush of a hunt, and a lot more happy then he was at the beginning of the day.
"Hungry?" He asked Amy dropping the fawn down and smiling with success.