Gather to the Scent of Blood
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ooc: The hunt takes place in the Sugarwoods on the 10th of March. Late arrivals are still welcomed to hunt. Anyone that would like to hunt on their own is welcome to in this thread as well, please make a note of it oocly just to keep track. There is no set 'leader for this hunt, but members are encouraged to watch each other and help for the sake of a successful hunt!
Date: March 10, early afternoon.
Form: Secui

This would be a worthwhile distraction, she tried to reason as she drew closer to the meeting place. With the misfortune of the raid and the irefutable sense of betrayal she harbored, a chance to rend flesh from muscle and taste the first kill of a hunt was better than allowing herself to continue to sulk in the inviting presence of hers and Saluce's newest charges.

Yes, the she wolf looked forward to this day because it marked the beginning of a slaughter for the sake of preparing for a joyful event; the coming of blessed life into the family of Ichika. She had promised a gathering to celebrate this miraculous bequeath of life and by the will she harnessed, she would see this come to pass and those that attended wouod surely be fed. She blazed the familiar trail with limbs pumping with unbridled enthusiasm, circulating both blood and adrenaline through her veins to prepare her for the strenuous, exciting ordeal that was to unfold. The Nomad could only hope thatbshebwould not experience this wondrous time alone and that her invitation would be heeded by both leads and citizens of the packs alike.

In her company was the able Asad, generously provided by Fatin as another pair of jaws for the killing. Though he was quiet during their travels, his presence spoke more than enough for itself. It spoke of power, of determination, and a carefully concealed excitement covered by a stoic face, but not his brilliant alight eyes. As the pair arrived in the fragrant scented woods, the comfortable chill of the early spring combing through their fur, he came to sit beside the Shepard and same as she, awaited patiently for the hopeful arrival of the hunting party.




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