maybe a light will shine

Oak · 09-05-2011, 04:38 PM

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Artemis! I was thinking maybe she could have been watching him hunt from a distance? Up to you!

The sun mocked him with its brilliance, shining bright and warm over the world as if nothing was amiss. The hot, Indian summer day was of little comfort to him, for all he could think of was the eruption that had resulted in the loss of his mother. Savina's attempts to bring her back to them had been thwarted by those reasonless monsters, and now, after all they had suffered during the winter, they were subject to more pain and sorrow. This time, however, the rust-furred wolf's own wounds were deeper, festering more fervently each time he wondered whether he would ever see his mother again, whether they would end up killing her regardless of how the war ended.

Wishing to clear his mind, the muscular youth again took to the forest with no particular agenda. He could stand only so much of being in the midst of his melancholy pack mates, and he could do little to comfort them anyway. There was no point to him being there. He could make himself more useful the further he went from them, along the borders patrolling or in the trees looking to replenish their food stocks.

He moved soundlessly though the underbrush, slowly making his way toward the northern borders and all the while searching for prey. Scouring the forest, he found nothing worth chasing down, only chipmunks and rabbits — his own stomach was too twisted with nerves to accept food. Just when he thought he would have no luck with hunting, his ear twitched to the sound of cautious footsteps. Instinctively, he crouched low to the ground, ears lying slowly back and the tip of his tail twitching with anticipation. Not twenty feet away limped an old elk cow, perhaps banished from her herd for her age and injury. She was an easy target for the large brick-hued wolf.

He crawled toward her, and with the inevitable snap of a twig beneath his paw she was alerted of his presence and lifted her doleful, clouded chocolate gaze in his direction. Predator and prey made eye contact briefly before the wounded animal turned and began her hindered and ill-fated escape. But Oak was upon her before she had created any measurable distance between them. He tore at her hindquarters with his fangs, blood gushing from her open flesh and causing her such pain that she simply gave up, as if she was prepared to relinquish her life. Oak sensed this and in a flash was at her throat, ripping through fur and flesh until his fangs at last punctured her life vein and she crashed to the ground, her eyes steadily glazing.

The skilled hunter stood over his kill with wistful eyes, silently giving thanks for the elk's life. He could not eat, and he was weary from the chase, so lay beside the carcass to rest, blood-soaked and close to tears.

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