Predatory Picnic
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Well...
The howls had gotten further away. And there was definitely no prey nearby. Tail swishing, Hector sniffed the air and pranced about as he attempted to get his bearings.
He was way off course. Even with his swift feet it would be a while before he caught up with his pack.
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Eidetic Memory
Trained Observer
ContactsThe hunt erases all coherent thought. Kid is nothing more than a wolf, running with his pack, on the trail of prey.
He can, however, feel Hector lagging, and so rips out another howl, on the fly, to let his fellow Cahalith know where they are.
And then, the deer is pushed in his direction by Tristan, it flashes in front of him and Kid snaps at a hind leg wildly.
Blood and flesh fill his mouth, though the deer is still up and running.
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Primal Urge: ●●
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Heart thrumming excitement pushes Viola onward baying as Tristen-wolf and Kid-wolf hint and harry with her. Hector-wolf howls in the distance and Kid-wolf answers him.
Paws hit the ground, blood pumping then Kid-wolf goes in-!
...and there's a blood scent on the air!
Viola takes his queue, lunging in and snapping her powerful jaws!
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Blood has been drawn. Its tang bites through the air as the chase continues. Howls continue from the distance, and the Tristan-wolf pangs for the other pack member to catch up. He won't strike the killing blow. Not, at least, until Hector is close enough to smell.
He doesn't bite, but he doesn't let up, either. Sooner or later, the buck would tire. Hector needs to get it into gear! He continues to keep pace, eyes and ears searching for signs that the wayward pack member is close.
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Hector is careening through the wilderness but try as he might, he cannot coax his legs to carry him any faster toward his pack.
All he can do is howl to them, letting them know his relative position as he tries to navigate through the darkness.
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Eidetic Memory
Trained Observer
ContactsThe Kid-Wolf is no longer thinking of anything but the hunt. The kill.
He keeps pace with their prey. Nose filled by blood-scent. Fear-scent. Jaws slavering.
He lunges in for another bite with a snarl. This time he tears away a mouthful of flesh.
The deer begins to stagger.
That's 7 lethal to this deer. When should we call it? lol
WP: Essence: Primal Urge: ●●
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The deer staggers-
...,and falls!
Legs weak under its weight dizzy from pain and fear and blood loss..,
Viola-wolf throws her head back and howls. She might not be 'just shy if a full moon' as Kid liked to say but her own victory howl isn't anything sneeze at.
Hers is the first snout into the gut, teeth tearing as she searches for something soft and tender. A choice piece.
Once she finds it she dosen't let it slide down her gullet, oh no. She takes this tender price of meat and softly sets it down in front if Kid-wolf then backs away.
Intentions plain as day.
lets call it! Think it's time to get to the picnic part of this scene :P
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The hunt is over. Before their fourth member even catches up with them.
Its fine, he imagines. He can understand being caught up in a hunt. The pure adrenaline... the sense of purpose, fulfillment, balance... all the things humans might be capable of feeling, but can never truly experience as they can.
Yellow eyes stare at his female pack-mate. She's chosen to reward the Kid-wolf for his efforts. That... or she has much more respect for him than Tristan had imagined. The grey wolf pads up to the fallen deer and lets his muzzle find flesh. He tears and jerks a bit away from it, eyes focused upward so he can watch his pack-mates. Gauge their body language. Their reactions - both to him and to a successful hunt.
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Hector appears, bursting out of the brush and ready to tear into the chosen prey!
His hide smokes!
His tongue lolls!
His eyes gleam!
Leaves and twigs stick to his fur where he has simply barrelled through the undergrowth.
He comes crashing to a halt when he espies the kill. And the pack settling down to feast. The almost human look of shock and chagrin that crosses his lupine face is priceless.
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Presence
Distinctive Voice
Eidetic Memory
Trained Observer
ContactsKid joins his own howl to Viola's. A strong, undulating cry in the night. This is the moment they truly become a pack.
Then she's on their prey and Kid bristles, a throaty growl issuing from his throat. Every instinct urges him to challenge her. They had hunted together, but Kid had brought down the deer.
His posture changes, however, when she sets the offering at his paws. A long look is given to his pack-mate before he snaps it up. Giving Viola a playful nip before turning toward their feast. And to Tristan, already eating his fill.
Again, Kid's entire manner changes. Ears flatten. Eyes become slits. He approaches the carcass, and Tristan, not yet growling. But clearly making his claim.
His kill. He should eat first. For the moment, nothing else, not even Hector's arrival, matters.
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