And i will walk on water

Anatole Aston · 12-27-2011, 05:52 PM

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I owed you a thread anyway. Big Grin Anatole is just here for the food.

Though he was first and foremost a scout, Anatole had been trained by his mother to hunt and she was an expert. At least, she had been until the accident. He doubted it would hold her back for long though, for his mother was a vivacious woman and didn’t take “no” very well. In many ways he feared her, and her temper, and he was secretly thrilled to be without her in a place where his name could be made. Of course, that meant overcoming the harm dealt by his stuttering cousin. So Anatole had set out to do just that, even if it meant having to conform to somewhat ridiculous ideas.

Hunting, now, that was easy. He had mastered the technique of surprising hares, and while one alone was not enough to fully sate his hunger, he would at least be somewhat filled. So he had finished his patrol and gone hunting, managing to startle a half-white snowshoe when it failed to blend in with an evergreen. Anatole ate everything, save the pelt, which was spat out in various conformations as he ripped it asunder. A chunk of hair clung to his throat, however, and so he went looking for water.

He managed to quench his thirst at the creek, and was ready to turn back when he spotted a rather peculiar looking boy trotting off towards the salt lake. Puzzled by his outfit, and his sticks, the wolf had slunk off after him. Only once they reached this area and nets were put on display did the dark male realize what was going on. Maybe he would be able to get some fish out of this…

“Hey,” he called, advancing from the underbrush.

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