04-03-2012, 09:09 PM
Fayne moved closer, warmth shared between them. He looked over, glad that she agreed about the north remaining the same. It seemed they both had that foolish deep love of that homeland, complete with the pride that drove them. In this new land there was no need for it, the north far behind them. The pride and love became pointless, even while it remained, forming who they were. He didn't know why she was embarrassed at his mention of liking hunting more than listening to stories. Perhaps she was the same, and was hoping he wouldn't ask her for a story.
Her enthusiasm at the mention of the bear set his tail wagging behind him. The hunting party had traveled further north than they usually go. The scout had said that a very large herd of caribou was there, with calves. The hunting party had decided to follow up on this, with the elders and the female alpha remaining behind to watch over the mothers and pups. A great white bear had wandered towards the territory at the same time though. It reached the pack, and started attacking. Three pups were slain instantly, two others to die of wounds later on. An elder died trying to drive off the bear, and a mother was permanently scarred.
Most stories of the north were like this, battles of life and death amidst the snow and ice. Tharin had just been a pup himself when it had happened, hardly even remembering it. The alpha stood strong, rallying the pack. The few members that could attack did on her command. They tore into the bear, and many lost their lives before she tore out it's throat. The pack was saved, and we had plenty of meat to eat after.
Her enthusiasm at the mention of the bear set his tail wagging behind him. The hunting party had traveled further north than they usually go. The scout had said that a very large herd of caribou was there, with calves. The hunting party had decided to follow up on this, with the elders and the female alpha remaining behind to watch over the mothers and pups. A great white bear had wandered towards the territory at the same time though. It reached the pack, and started attacking. Three pups were slain instantly, two others to die of wounds later on. An elder died trying to drive off the bear, and a mother was permanently scarred.
Most stories of the north were like this, battles of life and death amidst the snow and ice. Tharin had just been a pup himself when it had happened, hardly even remembering it. The alpha stood strong, rallying the pack. The few members that could attack did on her command. They tore into the bear, and many lost their lives before she tore out it's throat. The pack was saved, and we had plenty of meat to eat after.