Hungry Like The Wolf (Ajax, Open) May 18, 2010 13:36:01 GMT -5
Post by Risk on May 18, 2010 13:36:01 GMT -5
The forest was dark.
It seemed an adequate description, though perhaps not particularly shocking. It was always dark here. It had been dark since the beginning of...sometime. At least as far back as the creatures living there now could remember. For the most part, living beings knew little of happier days. Darkness and cool air was everything and anything to them, and they could hope for little more as they knew no different. Unfortunately, there were some who could remember enough of those happier times to regret that they had passed.
Those people were traveling today. If you could call them people.
For now, there was no human body to be found amongst the shadows and undergrowth, but rather there was a young, sleek, shining pelt of a wolf slinking through the brush. Red, black and white fur glistened in the soft dapples of sunlight that fell through the high branches, shining ice blue eyes brightly shining amongst the browns and oranges of the dead pine needles that her small paws stepped over delicately. Tail held low but over the ground, she brushed it along the plants at her side, marking her trail ever so carefully with scent.
She had found her territory, and she must claim it. Female or not, she needed a home, and falling in with the local wolf pack had taught her how important land was. The boundaries she marked now were theirs and hers, and any other beast that dared cross that scent line would be deeply sorry for it. She would certainly have no issue taking them out with a swift blow of her paw or a gnash of her fangs.
Luckily, the territory nearby where she was walking now was unclaimed, and so the deer she scented at that moment was a kill for her pack. Grinning as wolves can, she dropped into a crouch as the animal stepped lightly into her view. It was a large animal, a doe at that, making it a safe, prideful kill.
Her alpha would greatly appreciate this from her.
Stepping forward slowly, she kept downwind of the deer to avoid it scenting her, and when she was within range, she took her leap. Landing right on the animal's back, it collapsed beneath her weight and gave her a clear shot at its throat. It was a swift kill, little blood and no pain. The doe didn't even offer a cry of surprise.
But the moment that the taste of blood entered her mouth, the she-wolf's stomach grumbled its protest. She had not eaten a good deer in days. But no, this was a pack meal, and not for her to enjoy alone.
A young rabbit would do, and as she picked up its scent on the wind she dropped to a hunter's crouch yet again, hind end up higher than her shoulders, ears flat, tail down, crawling on her belly toward the large buck rabbit that taunted her with his blood scent. She killed it quickly, and immediately tore into the carcass, letting the blood drain from its gut as she carried it back to lay beside the deer and guard it. Chewing on the raw meat, blood dripping over her lower jaw, she closed her eyes to enjoy her first lupine meal in quite some time.
Body still tired from last night's male companion (he had been rather energetic) she dropped her head over her paws, meal finished, and let herself rest.