07-21-2008, 03:36 PM
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Set a little ways into the future, so to speak. Cos Umbra (and Adelaida and Alexey, but I think they won't actually have a thread for it, right?) needs to go by TV to find out the place has been occupied by filthy shifters D: And then make his way back up here again.
It had been a few days since Umbra had arrived at the lake located just in the woods north of Halifax. He'd first tried the ones Adelaida had spoken about, but had discovered freaks wherever he went. When he'd gone back to the three lakes north of Halifax, there'd been freaks there too. He'd wanted to attack, he really had, but attacking a pack on your own was suicide, even Umbra knew that. So finally, not wanting to risk running into any more of them, he'd gone northwards, to the other lake Adelaida had mentioned. There'd been old scents there, but nothing recent.
So he'd sought his refuge in the hollow underneath a fallen tree just a few minutes away from the lakes. It hadn't been much to look at when he'd first arrived, of course, but he'd dug out a fairly sizable den there. And sometimes despaired over the rains that insisted on invading it. Finally, despairing over the muddy floor, he'd managed to find fir branches that he'd chewed off the tree and carried back to the den. It might be a bit controversial, but it worked.
Right now, he was dozing, resting after having gorged himself on an old deer who'd managed to slip and break a leg in the mud near the lake. So while he couldn't really credit himself with having felled it, it would feed him for another day or two.
It had been a few days since Umbra had arrived at the lake located just in the woods north of Halifax. He'd first tried the ones Adelaida had spoken about, but had discovered freaks wherever he went. When he'd gone back to the three lakes north of Halifax, there'd been freaks there too. He'd wanted to attack, he really had, but attacking a pack on your own was suicide, even Umbra knew that. So finally, not wanting to risk running into any more of them, he'd gone northwards, to the other lake Adelaida had mentioned. There'd been old scents there, but nothing recent.
So he'd sought his refuge in the hollow underneath a fallen tree just a few minutes away from the lakes. It hadn't been much to look at when he'd first arrived, of course, but he'd dug out a fairly sizable den there. And sometimes despaired over the rains that insisted on invading it. Finally, despairing over the muddy floor, he'd managed to find fir branches that he'd chewed off the tree and carried back to the den. It might be a bit controversial, but it worked.
Right now, he was dozing, resting after having gorged himself on an old deer who'd managed to slip and break a leg in the mud near the lake. So while he couldn't really credit himself with having felled it, it would feed him for another day or two.