11-23-2008, 12:22 AM
Although he had heard the news of the birth of the pups, he had opted to practice some patience. Although he secretly loved pups, he had been on the wrong side of new mothers once too often to make that mistake again. The grey giant had decided to give the new mother and proud pack some time to settle after the excitement of a new litter. It had also given him time to work on a gift for the pups and mother.
The blasted beaver had been tricky to catch. With the ice on the pond, it had felt more like seal hunting than beaver hunting. After the fiasco of a first attempt, the beavers had wizened up to his presence, making them all the more elusive for the hunter. It had taken so long in fact, that by the time he managed to haul one up from the frigid water (getting completely drenched in the process) it had only been a day and a half before the pups were born. On his cautious venture into the pack lands, he carried the final results; a beaver pelt carrying bag to warmly transport pups in all weather, and strips tantalizingly smoke beaver meat.
Now, in unfamiliar territory, Noah was being very quiet and keeping his nose sharp. Although he had once been invited, the fact remained that this was not his land and there were precious new pups there. From time to time, he paused to shake the frigid rain from his coat and looked around. It did not surprise him that his progress was unhampered. It was a miserable enough day and he looked forward to getting back to the crumbling pioneer log home he had been taking shelter in over the past few weeks. Following his nose, Noah slowly tracked Iskata. Putting the parcel down, he watched the cabin for a few moments before letting her know he was there.
“Iskata?”
The blasted beaver had been tricky to catch. With the ice on the pond, it had felt more like seal hunting than beaver hunting. After the fiasco of a first attempt, the beavers had wizened up to his presence, making them all the more elusive for the hunter. It had taken so long in fact, that by the time he managed to haul one up from the frigid water (getting completely drenched in the process) it had only been a day and a half before the pups were born. On his cautious venture into the pack lands, he carried the final results; a beaver pelt carrying bag to warmly transport pups in all weather, and strips tantalizingly smoke beaver meat.
Now, in unfamiliar territory, Noah was being very quiet and keeping his nose sharp. Although he had once been invited, the fact remained that this was not his land and there were precious new pups there. From time to time, he paused to shake the frigid rain from his coat and looked around. It did not surprise him that his progress was unhampered. It was a miserable enough day and he looked forward to getting back to the crumbling pioneer log home he had been taking shelter in over the past few weeks. Following his nose, Noah slowly tracked Iskata. Putting the parcel down, he watched the cabin for a few moments before letting her know he was there.
“Iskata?”