07-05-2009, 01:08 AM
Zana had been sitting in her tree stringing the tails of the rattlesnakes high in the branches, the trill of the rattles in the winds was slightly creepy to a bystander but to Zana they were a sound like no other, a warning and a threat just the same. Her ears alert to the area as she flicked one of the rattles with a claw, the rat-a-tat sound that echoed in the breeze bringing a grim smile to her lips as she put away the string and small knife before raising her eyes to gaze at the woods about her.
The smallest member of the clan had little reason to leave her den today though she knew that soon enough she would need to to walk the borders. She almost thought it a joke that she should have anything to do with the protection of the clan. She was a mere morsel to the eyes of a wolf, her small stature and lack of knowledge in fighting making her seem even more pathetic than she already felt. The only weapon she had was the small set of darts and her collections of poisons. She knew that they made her a deadly enemy but she was still tiny in their eyes.
The little girl had slowly taken the knife out again and had removed one of the pieces of the whale's ribcage that she'd removed a few days past. She smiled as she began to crack a large sliver out of the bone to begin to widdle down to a slim sleek needle, a new dart for her wooden peashooter. She was beginning to contemplate hollowing out a new shooter as well. She knew it would be a lot of work but she had all the time on her paws that she handle.
The smallest member of the clan had little reason to leave her den today though she knew that soon enough she would need to to walk the borders. She almost thought it a joke that she should have anything to do with the protection of the clan. She was a mere morsel to the eyes of a wolf, her small stature and lack of knowledge in fighting making her seem even more pathetic than she already felt. The only weapon she had was the small set of darts and her collections of poisons. She knew that they made her a deadly enemy but she was still tiny in their eyes.
The little girl had slowly taken the knife out again and had removed one of the pieces of the whale's ribcage that she'd removed a few days past. She smiled as she began to crack a large sliver out of the bone to begin to widdle down to a slim sleek needle, a new dart for her wooden peashooter. She was beginning to contemplate hollowing out a new shooter as well. She knew it would be a lot of work but she had all the time on her paws that she handle.