04-15-2009, 11:52 AM
Ah'm Moose, member o' Crims'n Drims. The anger spouting from the youth about the lost prey was understandable. Nothing was more annoying that something coming along and spooking the prey right before the pounce. The feeling of the thrill of the chase and the taste of the catch watering in one's mouth made it almost unbearable to lose it. No worries likkle one. Get oop und get rea'y.
The youth had fallen when startled and was speaking to Moose for the most part upside down. Sniffing, he sought out more grasshoppers. His nares pointed him at a thick patch of grass. The wolf crept over to it, padding silently. Once the fey was in position, he would scare the grasshoppers towards the tiny girl. If she was willing to cooperate. This one actually seemed like she might be resentful of his assistance, which injured his pride. He had been so good at this once...what had happened?
The youth had fallen when startled and was speaking to Moose for the most part upside down. Sniffing, he sought out more grasshoppers. His nares pointed him at a thick patch of grass. The wolf crept over to it, padding silently. Once the fey was in position, he would scare the grasshoppers towards the tiny girl. If she was willing to cooperate. This one actually seemed like she might be resentful of his assistance, which injured his pride. He had been so good at this once...what had happened?