09-06-2011, 06:40 AM
The day was quiet, a small breeze brushed past Lycan's fur. It had been two days since he had decided to find a suitable den to live in, and his searches brought him no luck. His bad luck brought depression with it, but also a spark of determination.
By the constant whisper of flies buzzing around his ears, he knew that he must find a lake or river to bathe and refresh his mind. He had been following a scent of fresh water for a while, and he had finally got close enough to see the water.
His scent had lead him to a small river on the edge of a twenty foot cliff. On the other side of the river, nearest to the cliff edge was a small 12 metre island of grass. On the island was a small tree that leaned towards a pile of dry, grey rocks. Lycan slowly walked up to the river bank, while he examined the small island. It looked stable, dry and had a perfect view for a den. But the rocks didn't look good enough to shape into a den.
So Lycan ignored the island and went back to washing his fur. He rub in some scented leaves on a nearby bush and then wash his fur again to shake off the leaves but not release the scented smell the produced. It was a washing technique Lycan taught himself, and he thought it made his fur smell a bit more welcoming than dirt.
He looked back at the island and thought it couldn't hurt to look closer at its structure. He padded across the river, stirring the water against his legs as he went.
The rocks, he realised, were lighter than he thought. He decided to move the rocks away and test how deep the ground was. He changed to Optime form, because in that form it would be easier to move and dig around the ground.
He dragged the rocks away from their original place and pressed his clawed hand into the dirt. He dug a small hole to check if the earth was moist. It was moist, which would make it easy to form into a deeper hole. He sat by the rocks and thought, he could a suitable den for himself, but it would take time and effort. But would that be the same for any den? He decided to give it a try, if things looked bleak, he would give up and move on.
He began digging late morning, and was only finished making a large enough hole for him to be able to move and rest in by mid-afternoon.
He walked out of the hole and padded across the river to observe his work, it would need rocks and wood surrounding it for more shelter and to make it blend in better.
He walked over to what appeared to be a pile of small rocks, he grabbed as many as he could and returned to the hole. He piled up the rock to surround the den and dragged the larger rocks that he moved from before back over to cover most of the entrance. Soon the entrance of the den had enough cover to protect it from rainfall. He then went back over the river to collect other rocks or tree parts to cover the den to make it more blended in.
After a couple of hours of moving and placing rocks, placing leaves in the den for comfort and making a moat lined parallel to the river to stop the river from flooding the island and his den, Lycan was happy that his den was complete. It would take some time to make it perfect, but he was happy with it appearance for now.
Before he went to test the den's comfort for a nights rest, Lycan look beyond the cliff. Just below the cliff was a small field of grass that looked perfect for deer to graze and therefore perfect for a hunt. Beyond that grassland there was a small patch of forest leading down to a sea bank. It was a good sight Lycan thought, and he became relieved that he had finally found somewhere worth the effort to live in.
He walked into his den for his well-earned rest.
By the constant whisper of flies buzzing around his ears, he knew that he must find a lake or river to bathe and refresh his mind. He had been following a scent of fresh water for a while, and he had finally got close enough to see the water.
His scent had lead him to a small river on the edge of a twenty foot cliff. On the other side of the river, nearest to the cliff edge was a small 12 metre island of grass. On the island was a small tree that leaned towards a pile of dry, grey rocks. Lycan slowly walked up to the river bank, while he examined the small island. It looked stable, dry and had a perfect view for a den. But the rocks didn't look good enough to shape into a den.
So Lycan ignored the island and went back to washing his fur. He rub in some scented leaves on a nearby bush and then wash his fur again to shake off the leaves but not release the scented smell the produced. It was a washing technique Lycan taught himself, and he thought it made his fur smell a bit more welcoming than dirt.
He looked back at the island and thought it couldn't hurt to look closer at its structure. He padded across the river, stirring the water against his legs as he went.
The rocks, he realised, were lighter than he thought. He decided to move the rocks away and test how deep the ground was. He changed to Optime form, because in that form it would be easier to move and dig around the ground.
He dragged the rocks away from their original place and pressed his clawed hand into the dirt. He dug a small hole to check if the earth was moist. It was moist, which would make it easy to form into a deeper hole. He sat by the rocks and thought, he could a suitable den for himself, but it would take time and effort. But would that be the same for any den? He decided to give it a try, if things looked bleak, he would give up and move on.
He began digging late morning, and was only finished making a large enough hole for him to be able to move and rest in by mid-afternoon.
He walked out of the hole and padded across the river to observe his work, it would need rocks and wood surrounding it for more shelter and to make it blend in better.
He walked over to what appeared to be a pile of small rocks, he grabbed as many as he could and returned to the hole. He piled up the rock to surround the den and dragged the larger rocks that he moved from before back over to cover most of the entrance. Soon the entrance of the den had enough cover to protect it from rainfall. He then went back over the river to collect other rocks or tree parts to cover the den to make it more blended in.
After a couple of hours of moving and placing rocks, placing leaves in the den for comfort and making a moat lined parallel to the river to stop the river from flooding the island and his den, Lycan was happy that his den was complete. It would take some time to make it perfect, but he was happy with it appearance for now.
Before he went to test the den's comfort for a nights rest, Lycan look beyond the cliff. Just below the cliff was a small field of grass that looked perfect for deer to graze and therefore perfect for a hunt. Beyond that grassland there was a small patch of forest leading down to a sea bank. It was a good sight Lycan thought, and he became relieved that he had finally found somewhere worth the effort to live in.
He walked into his den for his well-earned rest.