08-10-2012, 11:18 AM
[html]8.10.12 ; base of mount oromocto near SK border, gray skies after a morning rain ; lupus form
As a light storm had swooped in the previous night Gal had hurried to find herself some suitable shelter, fearful of the light thunder and potential lightning perhaps mores so than one reasonable ought to be. She had taken cover in a cleft in some rocks at the base of some mountain - not that she had taken the time to notice during the shower - and now finally was blinking awake under a hazy sky where fog still seemed to somewhat cling in the area, though she assumed the sun would clear it away eventually.
Crawling from the relatively small crevice she had holed up in all night, Gal was met with aches and pains in various places, objecting to the odd way she had been sleeping. For this reason she bowed into a stretch, her front legs extending in front of her as far as they could reach and jaws parting in a morning yawn. As she withdrew back to a normal standing stance the lupus shook her head, then twisting oddly to lick some of the rainwater off that had dampened the fur along her back. Her stomach growled with a pang of hunger, and with that she glanced around for a suitable source of water in which she could fish.
But to no avail. The only water nearby seemed to be that which had settled in small puddles, and there were certainly no fish there. The corners of her mouth tugged into a slight frown. Did this mean she would have to hunt something on land? For a moment, a rather put out look would cross her face, soon to be replaced with one of uncertain determination. She couldn't shake that hint of doubt over her hunting capabilities, and rightfully so! Hesitantly she began to ascend the not so steep base of the mountain, thankful that there were enough trees and whatnot to conceal her less than graceful movements.
With a hopeful mindset, albeit the slight assumption of failure, the wolf crept onward up the mountain, keeping her body low to the ground without crouching, nose and ears on high alert for whatever prey might come her way. And she continued like this for longer than her patience could last with an activity she didn't particularly enjoy. Giving a low growl of frustration Galleta plopped herself down, falling all the way to the ground among the shrubbery. But just as she did, as luck would have it, the scent of a vole drifted her way, rousing the lass back to her feet with the need to eat. With careful steps and decent stealth, Gal crept towards the creature, however becoming a bit to hasty once it came into sight, leaping for it without properly thinking ahead, and just missing! With this letdown she emitted another hushed growl at herself, how could she be so stupid?
As a light storm had swooped in the previous night Gal had hurried to find herself some suitable shelter, fearful of the light thunder and potential lightning perhaps mores so than one reasonable ought to be. She had taken cover in a cleft in some rocks at the base of some mountain - not that she had taken the time to notice during the shower - and now finally was blinking awake under a hazy sky where fog still seemed to somewhat cling in the area, though she assumed the sun would clear it away eventually.Crawling from the relatively small crevice she had holed up in all night, Gal was met with aches and pains in various places, objecting to the odd way she had been sleeping. For this reason she bowed into a stretch, her front legs extending in front of her as far as they could reach and jaws parting in a morning yawn. As she withdrew back to a normal standing stance the lupus shook her head, then twisting oddly to lick some of the rainwater off that had dampened the fur along her back. Her stomach growled with a pang of hunger, and with that she glanced around for a suitable source of water in which she could fish.
But to no avail. The only water nearby seemed to be that which had settled in small puddles, and there were certainly no fish there. The corners of her mouth tugged into a slight frown. Did this mean she would have to hunt something on land? For a moment, a rather put out look would cross her face, soon to be replaced with one of uncertain determination. She couldn't shake that hint of doubt over her hunting capabilities, and rightfully so! Hesitantly she began to ascend the not so steep base of the mountain, thankful that there were enough trees and whatnot to conceal her less than graceful movements.
With a hopeful mindset, albeit the slight assumption of failure, the wolf crept onward up the mountain, keeping her body low to the ground without crouching, nose and ears on high alert for whatever prey might come her way. And she continued like this for longer than her patience could last with an activity she didn't particularly enjoy. Giving a low growl of frustration Galleta plopped herself down, falling all the way to the ground among the shrubbery. But just as she did, as luck would have it, the scent of a vole drifted her way, rousing the lass back to her feet with the need to eat. With careful steps and decent stealth, Gal crept towards the creature, however becoming a bit to hasty once it came into sight, leaping for it without properly thinking ahead, and just missing! With this letdown she emitted another hushed growl at herself, how could she be so stupid?
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