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Frodo opened his mouth wide, tongue spilling out in an overly excited manner. He was glad Light thought they were a good team. Frodo thought they were too! He skidded over the mud, just a little behind Light because he didn't want to seem dominant, with his tail wagging through the air. Slipping and sliding through the grass but somehow keeping his strong and well-placed footing, he felt alive and free. He loved hunting, it really brought the best side of him out. When in optime, and using his bow, Frodo would seem terribly serious and silent, but in Secui he could run fast and be strong for once. The way the air ran past his face was truly exhilarating.
He gave a powerful snort and thrust onwards, ears perking up and then going floppy and the signal to take the right flank. He moved with Light, and they were one, and of the same pack, working as a team to bring the moose down. He felt content. Frodo unleashed some mock-snaps at the moose's heels and barks for the moose to change direction in fear. When the moose did so, and changed course, Frodo smiled and just kept on running at her. He felt Light's tension and was confident that his comrade had some sort of plan.
After a while of running, the cliff face came into view. Frodo gave a triumphant howl and gradually slowed down, until he hauled himself to a halt about a meter away from the edge. Grinning, he watched the stupid creature hurtle off the edge and most likely end it's like promptly. If not, Light and he would finish it for her. He cautiously approached the edge, finding his green eyes locking down on the body below. Bruised and battered, but the meat would be untarnished. For the second time he threw back his head and howled, a joyous sound that completed the hunt. They had brought her down successfully. He waited for Light to give the command of going down to collect her. More thank likely, they would end up going around a different route to reach the meat, but he doubted any other would claim the corpse as their own once Frodo had unleashed the triumphant howl. He was confident the food would be theirs by the end of the day. And afterwards, it would be time for birds.
Image courtesy of Scott Hudson **; Table by the Mentors!
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