04-11-2009, 07:21 PM
DaVinci had been patrolling the lands again, taking the evening shift of marking the territory since Jefferson had taken the morning one. A light spring rain had started up but the male didn't mind. He needed to get out and do something other than tending to the livestock and repairing the fences and barn area. The trampse along the border was just the thing to satisfy his boring everyday routine. Stretching his long limbs the male caught the scent of a fresh kill and turned off his normal path to see just who had been hunting on their lands.
The Savant moved quietly through the field towards the woods where the scent of blood and fear had come from. His paws tread quietly through the undergrowth until he came upon the fallen form of a young fawn. The scent of another predator filled his senses as he examined the pawprints that were left behind. The scent of a feline was strong and he felt the hairs along his neck begin to bristle. Suddenly he got the idea that it would be a very smart thing to leave the kill to whoever had claim to it.
The Savant moved quietly through the field towards the woods where the scent of blood and fear had come from. His paws tread quietly through the undergrowth until he came upon the fallen form of a young fawn. The scent of another predator filled his senses as he examined the pawprints that were left behind. The scent of a feline was strong and he felt the hairs along his neck begin to bristle. Suddenly he got the idea that it would be a very smart thing to leave the kill to whoever had claim to it.