Eclipse was having a good day. She harried Robert into some work other than reading and staying inside. She liked making him see the light of things and pushing him towards a goal, that was what had gotten them together in the first place. It wasn't going to stop now, though she did it with less ferocity. Now that they were mates she took on some of his traditions, especially the one of wearing clothes while in optime. She was his and she could understand now why he would be embarrassed by seeing the features he loved in her out in the open. The were now his solely.
She decided today was a good day for big game hunting, a nice little expedition to get out of the packlands and find a good big fat buck. She had an idea for the antlers if she got one with a good sized rack. She got her bow ready and her quiver, counting the arrows she had, two dozen sounded good to her, then she got her horse ready, having to saddle her to get the long poles that the horse would have to drag behind her if Eclipse got a good catch. She then walked the horse out, she wouldnt' ride, she didn't want the poles to snag and the horse to fall forward with her in the saddle. That would be a bad thing. So if the pole snagged on something she would be able to manually get it off.
They were deep in the forest when she pulled the poles off Grace, then tied her around the branches of a weak bush. That way if Grace was attacked in any way she could break free easily. She didn't need the poles yet so Eclipse put them down beside her then headed out to find that perfect animal. What she found was far from what she wanted. She heard the horses' nicker, but it wasn't Grace's. Eclipse could tell that. She moved silently her ears perked There was someone there. Horses didn't normally go into a forested area, they were meadow creatures, not unless they had a master.
And sure enough this one did. Eclipse's face grew in a hateful growl, and she picked up a stick and lobbed it straight at the man who told her he wouldn't leave her or the pack, she had come to terms that he left because of his children but she'd stayed, she even came to her children's graves and put something nice in front of them every day and made sure their markers were up and well. Once her hand was free she lobbed another stick his way; “What are you doing here you traitor!” She growled, continuing to throw things. She had no intentions of hurting the man or she would have thrown arrows rather than sticks and rocks as she was grabbing up now and throwing. Of course she needed an explanation, but he would probably be hard pressed as she was throwing things at him.
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