Post by starlingshour on Jan 11, 2009 14:07:41 GMT -5
Time For....
Her eyelids were heavey but still she walked on. The familiar scent of pine needles made her smile. Home at last! She sighed. Unfortunately her partner could not hear her sigh.
Fallen pine needles softens their foot falls. She trodded back towards the end of her terra to the small stream that ran through her land. The clear water pushed its way between the rocks and stones within the river.
Keen heard a rustle behind her. Twirling quickly, but silently, she faced the 'intruder'. Three deer stood by a bush around fifty wolf lengths away. Flicking her tail on the other wolf's shoulder she pointed out the deer. Throwing her head toward them she tried to imply that he should help her hunt them.
She stalked forward toward the deer. When she was only ten wolf lengths away they spotted them. They ran; and she ran. Keen could not tell wether or not the wolf followed her. Her paws slamped against the ground at such speed that she soon ran ahead of the smallest deer. The largest doe was in the front. Pushing herself to her limits she passed the second deer, a buck. The doe swirved in front of her and darted to her left. Keen turned sharply and ran beside the doe. That's when she sprang. Her claws dug into the flesh of the doe. Keen bit down on the deer's neck making for a quick and easy kill. The doe crumpled to the ground; dead.
Keen looked behind her. Where was the other wolf? Had he followed her? She shrugged. The smell would bring him to the kill she had just made....hopefully.
Her eyelids were heavey but still she walked on. The familiar scent of pine needles made her smile. Home at last! She sighed. Unfortunately her partner could not hear her sigh.
Fallen pine needles softens their foot falls. She trodded back towards the end of her terra to the small stream that ran through her land. The clear water pushed its way between the rocks and stones within the river.
Keen heard a rustle behind her. Twirling quickly, but silently, she faced the 'intruder'. Three deer stood by a bush around fifty wolf lengths away. Flicking her tail on the other wolf's shoulder she pointed out the deer. Throwing her head toward them she tried to imply that he should help her hunt them.
She stalked forward toward the deer. When she was only ten wolf lengths away they spotted them. They ran; and she ran. Keen could not tell wether or not the wolf followed her. Her paws slamped against the ground at such speed that she soon ran ahead of the smallest deer. The largest doe was in the front. Pushing herself to her limits she passed the second deer, a buck. The doe swirved in front of her and darted to her left. Keen turned sharply and ran beside the doe. That's when she sprang. Her claws dug into the flesh of the doe. Keen bit down on the deer's neck making for a quick and easy kill. The doe crumpled to the ground; dead.
Keen looked behind her. Where was the other wolf? Had he followed her? She shrugged. The smell would bring him to the kill she had just made....hopefully.
...Dinner
