03-27-2009, 02:05 PM
Back-dated to the 22nd, if that's alright?
Brennt had caught the scent of wolves on the air after finishing his meal on Whisper Beach, and followed it to the border of a packland with a name he did not know. Knowing that two wolves of that pack had attacked him, though, and that he therefore didn't like them, he decided to move on. It wasn't all that long before he came upon another pack whose border he had also been to once before, but he decided not to try to eat the Mati-pup again. No...he wasn't hungry anymore, but he did want to get his bearings, and scent out the surrounding environs, just in case he did want to eat puppies again.
It was quite a walk, but eventually he followed the scent to the last nearby pack, which also bore a name he didn't know, and a smell he didn't recognize. One thing he smelled that was familiar, however, was the scent of young wolves, puppies. This pack smelled like maybe it had more than the others, which meant that if he got hungry again, his chances of finding one might be better here, south of the other packs, than anywhere else. It would be easier to take coyote puppies, their mothers were weaker, and he hadn't minded the taste of coyote puppies, but in general it was difficult to find a community of coyotes in one place.
For now, though, he was just exploring. The taste of the puppy blood was still in his mouth, more a memory of an overtly wonderful experience than a true sensation, but good enough to sate him for the time being. No. He would stand at this border and learn what he could from the smell. Maybe later, if it came back, he could go in and take his fill.
Brennt had caught the scent of wolves on the air after finishing his meal on Whisper Beach, and followed it to the border of a packland with a name he did not know. Knowing that two wolves of that pack had attacked him, though, and that he therefore didn't like them, he decided to move on. It wasn't all that long before he came upon another pack whose border he had also been to once before, but he decided not to try to eat the Mati-pup again. No...he wasn't hungry anymore, but he did want to get his bearings, and scent out the surrounding environs, just in case he did want to eat puppies again.
It was quite a walk, but eventually he followed the scent to the last nearby pack, which also bore a name he didn't know, and a smell he didn't recognize. One thing he smelled that was familiar, however, was the scent of young wolves, puppies. This pack smelled like maybe it had more than the others, which meant that if he got hungry again, his chances of finding one might be better here, south of the other packs, than anywhere else. It would be easier to take coyote puppies, their mothers were weaker, and he hadn't minded the taste of coyote puppies, but in general it was difficult to find a community of coyotes in one place.
For now, though, he was just exploring. The taste of the puppy blood was still in his mouth, more a memory of an overtly wonderful experience than a true sensation, but good enough to sate him for the time being. No. He would stand at this border and learn what he could from the smell. Maybe later, if it came back, he could go in and take his fill.