informal pack hunt; no true posting order… lets just let it flow
on the menu; white tail
yay, so join!!!
max; 4, please!
At the end of the day, they were all just wolves. Despite the evolutionary differences that they held compared to their ancestors, they all had those fundamental needs. The most prime and important was the hunt. It was the reason for them coming together and forming the packs and was the cornerstone of their structure. When it all boiled down, it was their ability and instinct to work together that kept them safe and allowed their families to grow. Running, tracking and killing was the best example of such teamwork.
It started with the smallest of urges, a growling stomach, a short daydream, or even an odd craving. One such thing brought her to her paws, her nose searching for any close and immediate meals. The storage was close to empty, and even if she had found something there she was looking for something different, not leftovers.
She exited the cellar, blue eyes ignoring all that stood in her way and heading for the door. Her mind was focused, and thoughts primal in every way. The tawny fey was not one for fishing, corralling her prey, or raising any type of food. She was blood thirsty, and her thin legs begged to be stretched. There was nothing left to do then surrender.
West, out into the night she roamed with a full and heavy moon to guide her. Keen eyes made the setting bright and the going as easy as high noon. She let the mansion fall behind her, entering the wooden territory that surrounded her home. The brisk fall night sent a small chill down her spine, as a stormy breeze teased and tempted, the air was light, and rain was far off, but still it threatened. With the wind came the scents of ahead, a mixture of her pack boundaries, dry leaves and even the faintest fragrance of a pending meal.
Her head fell backward, parallel to the tall trees that surrounded her. Her call was low and long, reaching the tops of the trees and their swaying limbs. It searched for the wind to take it to the ears of her family. The simple sound would reach any that stood within their boundaries, calling to their deep and rooted urge. It would surface, clawing out and demanding that they meet their packmate. |