http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... blebot.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Catherine was wandering once again, going deeper and deeper within the tribelands. She had seen a few dwelings now and then, but she wasn't in mood of talking, which was very rare. Seymour was somewhere else, probably hunting an unfortunate pigeon. She wasn't with an especifical thought. She was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. She throwed her head up, looking at the sky. It was very clouded, enough for raining or snowing. Sighing, she looked at a very tall tree and walked toward it. The sleepiness was taking on her, as usual, and she wasn't planning to rest on the ground. Sinking her long claws on the trunk of the pinetree, she begun climbing. As she sat on the biggest branch she could find, a smell reached her nose. Very dense and strong, she finally reconized it. Deer. Taking a leaf-full branch out of her way, she saw. It was certainly a big heird. Lots of them. Fifhteen or more. She giggled and her stomach growled loudly. Of course she was starvating, and probably the others of the tribe were hungry too. She wouldn't be so stingy to not share this chance of a feast without the others.
She was thinking on howling, but it would warn the deers. She thought and had an idea. Quickly, she looked inside her bag. 'Where the heck did I put that...?!' she thought, angrily. Seconds later, she found it. The shiny, silver, long whistle was small inside her hand. She had found it when she was at Halifax, in a place called "Store". In the package, it was written that it was an special whistle, only heard by dogs. It didn't said that deers could hear it, but she would have to take a chance. The grayish wolf placed the whistle on her mouth and blowed. The piercing, pitch, soprano sound filled completely the air, aching her ears. She stopped after five seconds or else she would get deaf. Staring at the deers below, none of them seemed alarmed or something. She sighed in relief. Lucky her. The whistle had called Seymour to her, what surprised her. The peregrine falcon landed on the branch she was sitting on and harsed lowly to its owner. She hushed to him and went down a few branches to get nearer the ground. All she could do now was to wait for someone to appear and don't scare the creatures off. It would be a disaster. |
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