04-12-2009, 02:37 PM
The organs were sweet, and while he had gone to the trouble to take them out especially and sit down a ways off to enjoy them, they did not take long for him to consume. The instincts now weren't as strong as they had been a few moments ago...Brennt was still the predator, but even the predator took down time. While his eyes were clear, his instincts had subsided somewhat, permitting him the enjoyment of the meal, rather than the naked acknowledgment of life and its rules and its pains that generally descended upon it during battle and during the hunt. And so it was that, when Cwmfen came upon it, the predator did not become immediately defensive of its food, no more so than any other wolf at any rate, and was able to consider her outside of the realm of possible enemy or simply hunting partner that she had been before.
Finishing the last of the liver, the wolf stood up, turning his large head to face the smaller female beside him. The smells coming from her were something it had smelled before, but never directed at itself. It knew immediately what they were, and had some faint memory of smelling them around Fern when she was close to Pallok. No, though, these were far better, for in combination with her direct attention of him, and the favor she had been showing him, it was indisputably clear to the brawny male that these smells had been triggered by him, or for him, and that there was reward to be had in acknowledging them. Quickly, its full attention came down on her, and a new light took its eyes, one which could never have penetrated the opacity of Brennt's coma-like gaze, but which shown out brightly from the predator's. He smelled her closely, and a puppy-like energy took his own steps as well, as he followed her backward. What came next would be what Brennt had wanted before, and then told himself he hadn't wanted, and would later decide he had wanted again. The difference between this time and last time would be lost on him, of course, but ultimately that didn't matter. He was a wolf of meager intellect, and tended to live in the moment. The reasons it hadn't worked out the first time would not plague him, nothing beyond the fact that what they had missed before would be realized now mattered.
Going off into the bushes, the two wolves, both closer, perhaps, to their ancestors than the others that resided in the land, would pursue their desires. Where Brennt would ordinarily have seen the coming act to be of a very mature nature, in his memory it would always be remembered as something different entirely. There was an innocence about it, a playful energy that he did not experience as an adult very often. A strange, care-free sort of feeling which he had experienced a lot as a puppy before he had become plagued by his differences with his siblings, and had caught a glimpse of while playing with Maz. It would be a memory that would fade quickly, due to the blurry translation from one mental state to another, but one which both he would be very glad to make.
Finishing the last of the liver, the wolf stood up, turning his large head to face the smaller female beside him. The smells coming from her were something it had smelled before, but never directed at itself. It knew immediately what they were, and had some faint memory of smelling them around Fern when she was close to Pallok. No, though, these were far better, for in combination with her direct attention of him, and the favor she had been showing him, it was indisputably clear to the brawny male that these smells had been triggered by him, or for him, and that there was reward to be had in acknowledging them. Quickly, its full attention came down on her, and a new light took its eyes, one which could never have penetrated the opacity of Brennt's coma-like gaze, but which shown out brightly from the predator's. He smelled her closely, and a puppy-like energy took his own steps as well, as he followed her backward. What came next would be what Brennt had wanted before, and then told himself he hadn't wanted, and would later decide he had wanted again. The difference between this time and last time would be lost on him, of course, but ultimately that didn't matter. He was a wolf of meager intellect, and tended to live in the moment. The reasons it hadn't worked out the first time would not plague him, nothing beyond the fact that what they had missed before would be realized now mattered.
Going off into the bushes, the two wolves, both closer, perhaps, to their ancestors than the others that resided in the land, would pursue their desires. Where Brennt would ordinarily have seen the coming act to be of a very mature nature, in his memory it would always be remembered as something different entirely. There was an innocence about it, a playful energy that he did not experience as an adult very often. A strange, care-free sort of feeling which he had experienced a lot as a puppy before he had become plagued by his differences with his siblings, and had caught a glimpse of while playing with Maz. It would be a memory that would fade quickly, due to the blurry translation from one mental state to another, but one which both he would be very glad to make.