06-18-2009, 10:54 PM
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Hemming had shifted to his lupus form, which was rather unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. In any form, the male was long and lanky, more built for speed than strength. With this in consideration, he had decided to be part of the group that would chase their prey rather than the group that would mount the direct attack. Also, this way he would be able to see how the various weapons were used, and perhaps be able to use them next time. He felt a little overwhelmed by all the activity, and this was the first time he had been surrounded by so much of the tribe, but the presence of Dawali and Catherine eased any nervousness. He also noticed Attila, up on two legs, and wasn't sure how he felt about that.
He listened intently to their leader's plan, imagining how the hunt would look from above in order to more fully understand it. The anticipation of seeing the tribe in action made his blood pump faster and harder. Dawali was a sight to behold, with his giant bow and his feathers, and many of the other wolves were similarly decorated. Hemming still felt plain, and he still hadn't done anything about it. Soon, he told himself. In the mean time, he would try to learn and understand the hunting rituals of the tribe. |