There will be Meat!

**Shadow Tongue** · Sep 23rd, 2009 03:56 PM

Shadow Tongue rubs a stripe of denim between his paws. Delicately, the brown stained cloth is returned to his pocket and the Dalu hoists his pilfered trashcan.

There were mouths to feed.

Hungry?

For the next couple nights he dedicates himself to prepping for the party. As a new Alpha he wanted to make an impresion. As a sinful fuck he wanted to prove his worth.

He finds three rascals immediately, bagging too raccoons with ease. The Third catches his scent and runs. And for the next three hours Shadow Tongue hunts his query, corners it, and nabs it by the throat.

Finding no more he calls it a night, stashing the rustling can out of sight, Air oles poke in the top and the smell of fresh garbage wafting from within.

He would be out again the next night. He would need more.

**Shadow Tongue** · Sep 26th, 2009 02:32 AM

Want some more?

Shadow Tongue checked his make shift cage. Three pairs of eyes stared up at him, The Bone Shadow gave them some more trash food, then sealed them up tight.

After some searching he found a forgotten cellar beneath a foreclosed business. Nothing permanent. but it would do.

The Cellar door opened into small alley. It would be easy to Ward the alley and The Shadow Seekers would be able provide privacy for their respected guests.

Andrew wasn't sure if wolves cared fom such things. But it seemed like a good idea to promote the idea that the Shadow Seekers could provide planty if needed.
And Shadow Tongue by extension.

Shadow tongus also found that this basement area was split in two. One half walled off too the larger main room and mostly empty. Shadow Tongue checked the windows and walls for holes, then released his captive prey, shutting the door tight against their escape.

Party Hall, check.

But the Alpha still woried that three morsalls wound't be enough. So he returned to the street. And much to his surpise the raccoons were out in force. Seven, Seven more raccoon in six hours. Ten in total. That should be enough. The new gaze of coons stared at the Were wolf reproachfully.

Shadow Tongue double checked to make sure his bounty wouldn't escape, threw some more food in for them, and closed the door.

Now to secure the place and clean it up. Good thing Andrew didn't have a job. Or a human one at least. Was that a sleeping roll over in the corner?
Finders keepers.

**Shadow Tongue** · Sep 28th, 2009 07:33 PM

The Meeting Hall was cleaned out. Benches rain along a table and chairs were set up for the Alphas

Shadow Tongue rolled off his new bedroll with groan, stetched, then climbed up the shrot stair up to street level. Judging by the light left it was about six or seven.

It was time to Ward off the alley. He began by marking the alley off. he then sat down with his back against the wall, urgeing and forceing the Spiritual energy present to work in such way as to force away humans.

Ward away Adunulal

Eight hours crawl by. BUt Shadow Tongue kns how important this is. This must be done if his goal was to be accomplished.

In the end he feels the Ward slid into place. And he is done. Everything is done. With the sun already rising, Shadow Tongue crawld back onto his bed roll to sleep

There will be Meat!

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