there is truth in the thunder

[Salem D'Angelo]

sorry this took me forever mel; lupus form early dawn and I'm game for whatever date you set it on.

Though spring was creeping into Canada, it was not as warm as some of the more interior places Salem had been. Frost clung to the ground in the pre-dawn hours, and a low fog danced through the tall and still bare trees. It was just above the freezing mark temperature-wise and in his eyes, almost the perfect time to hunt solo.

One leg after the another, he moved on auto-pilot as he trailed a small herd of deer. They were nothing to brag about, though he had yet to ascertain which - if any - were lame. What he was most aware of in the stillness around him how close they both lingered to claimed grounds. The deer were edgy because of the concentrated smells they came across and though hid hackles were raised, Salem remained calm and collected, unafraid and shameless in what he was doing.

It was perhaps a dangerous game they played, they the prey and he a wandering free agent. Often in such a situation they were unfavorable things for those pack-dwelling wolves, but being discovered was half the fun, right?

[Larkspur D'Angelo]

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When Larkspur hunted, he usually went alone. Today was no exception. Eris had been spending much of her time with Sirius, while his children were old enough to stay alone or with their new coyote house-mate keeping an eye on them. He had risen before the lot of them, though Eris’ cat had been awake and left with him. He did not keep track of the feline, but had come across him more readily outside now that the weather had begun to change. Today, though, was the right sort of weather for him to hunt large game. Given his mass, Larkspur was capable of bringing a deer down on his own with ease. Catching it was the hardest part.

He stalked sundry and recognizable scents through the forests surrounding the Anathema caves, orange eyes seeing but unseeing as he went. His pelt was no friend to the forests, but it was slowly being broken up by sections of white that would no doubt give him a salt-and-pepper look within the coming years. Secretly, he wished to be white, but in his heart knew that Tak and not Ankh had chosen him. Still, the Lady had shown him her favor and for this he was thankful. Likewise, he was thankful when he came across the deer. They were nervous, which gave him pause. Slowly, he crept low and searched for the weakest member—as of yet oblivious to the unfamiliar wolf.

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