01-01-2012, 01:44 AM
241 commune of the salmon
The woman was in a foul mood. The lands had been cold and hunting had been measly that day. She wasn't hungry, but the thought that the sudden streak of cold had send the animals into the ground so suddenly annoyed her. She had been out padding across the lands, testing the limits of her borders and renewing scent markers, if she was working the prey should be working to keep themselves plump. She didn't even want to think what the end of the winter season would be like if the animals were running to their burrows this early in the cycle. She growled and padded down to the river, hoping that she would have better luck there.
Her emerald orbs sparkled darkly as she walked along the ebony river that glittered and glowed eerily in the moonlight. She loved the feeling of power the dark flowing waters gave her as she walked it's bank, her shadow playing and dancing along it's icy surface as she kept her eyes and ears at attention for a late snack. She wasn't starving but she didn't want to feel the pangs of winter unless she had to, and the way things were going she had a feeling by spring she would have this land nested at the heart of a sweet little deal. She chuckled mysteriously at the thought, her mind ticking away like clockwork as she smiled. Soon enough she could begin her plans.
The woman was in a foul mood. The lands had been cold and hunting had been measly that day. She wasn't hungry, but the thought that the sudden streak of cold had send the animals into the ground so suddenly annoyed her. She had been out padding across the lands, testing the limits of her borders and renewing scent markers, if she was working the prey should be working to keep themselves plump. She didn't even want to think what the end of the winter season would be like if the animals were running to their burrows this early in the cycle. She growled and padded down to the river, hoping that she would have better luck there.
Her emerald orbs sparkled darkly as she walked along the ebony river that glittered and glowed eerily in the moonlight. She loved the feeling of power the dark flowing waters gave her as she walked it's bank, her shadow playing and dancing along it's icy surface as she kept her eyes and ears at attention for a late snack. She wasn't starving but she didn't want to feel the pangs of winter unless she had to, and the way things were going she had a feeling by spring she would have this land nested at the heart of a sweet little deal. She chuckled mysteriously at the thought, her mind ticking away like clockwork as she smiled. Soon enough she could begin her plans.