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indent Crouched low, the Aquila was a mottled mixture of black and gold against the snow. It had been raining for most of the day, washing out the thinner spots of ice, leaving the ground wet, cold and muddy. Though not ideal hunting weather, it would have to do. Two days with no food was enough to drive him into the weather. A cry from above indicated the direction he needed to turn. Despite his lip and his attitude towards others, Marlowe was an invaluable resource. Slowly, Gabriel followed his directions and was soon rewarded.
indent The white-tail was injured. A fall on the ice, a patch of too-deep snow, whatever the cause. It was limping. That was enough. With the rain dampening his scent, Gabriel managed to get much closer then he expected. By the time he was moving, the deer caught on. The mud and the snow slowed them both, but it was that wounded leg that cost the deer. It tumbled, hit the ground, and then brayed as Gabriel leapt on it.
indent Killing had never been difficult for the hybrid. He was a soldier first and foremost. Survival was an instinct. Once he heard the windpipe crush under his jaws, he began dragging the beast, trying to find a dry spot. One of the smaller, lower caves offered him shelter. With Marlowe swooping in after him, Gabriel shook his coat free of the cold water and turned to the task at hand. The raven, offering him praise, took his earned position at the beasts head and went right for the eyes.
indent Crouched low, the Aquila was a mottled mixture of black and gold against the snow. It had been raining for most of the day, washing out the thinner spots of ice, leaving the ground wet, cold and muddy. Though not ideal hunting weather, it would have to do. Two days with no food was enough to drive him into the weather. A cry from above indicated the direction he needed to turn. Despite his lip and his attitude towards others, Marlowe was an invaluable resource. Slowly, Gabriel followed his directions and was soon rewarded.
indent The white-tail was injured. A fall on the ice, a patch of too-deep snow, whatever the cause. It was limping. That was enough. With the rain dampening his scent, Gabriel managed to get much closer then he expected. By the time he was moving, the deer caught on. The mud and the snow slowed them both, but it was that wounded leg that cost the deer. It tumbled, hit the ground, and then brayed as Gabriel leapt on it.
indent Killing had never been difficult for the hybrid. He was a soldier first and foremost. Survival was an instinct. Once he heard the windpipe crush under his jaws, he began dragging the beast, trying to find a dry spot. One of the smaller, lower caves offered him shelter. With Marlowe swooping in after him, Gabriel shook his coat free of the cold water and turned to the task at hand. The raven, offering him praise, took his earned position at the beasts head and went right for the eyes.