Lost Lake Warriors, Come Out and Play

Partly cloudy. Cool; strong breezes here and there.
@Nathaniel

Pharika had finished a patrol for the time being, deciding it was time to rest. Her
large paws carry her along the mountain, nearing an outcrop on the edge of the lake. Between her jaws
she carries a goat's leg; she had come across the carcass on her travels. Having torn off the limb, she
decided it would be a rather nice addition to the food cache back at the den site. The dark woman became
leery on her way back toward the lake, for a mountain lion could spot her with the tantalizing food and
decide to take it for itself. After all, having stolen food from a lynx, that would be just her luck. Karma
in cat form.

Coming to a slow, Pharika lowers her head downward, gingerly leaning the leg up against the slate-gray outcrop.
With a huff, she leaps atop of the rock, circling in place a few times before settling. She lay, content, her brass
gaze now looking over the still body of water before her. She hadn't taken the time before to appreciate the
landscape. It was rather alluring, such a large body of water on top of a mountain. The surrounding pines and
firs remained green in hue whilst the trees below were changing color. Overlooking the lands was like looking
at a stretch of fire. The marvelous shades of yellows, oranges, and reds were a spectacle to behold.

Pharika yawns, her jaws parting wide to expose her ivory toned fangs. Tongue stretches before retracting back
into her mouth. Lowering her head, she settles it upon her white-flecked paws. Her eyelids flutter before closing.
It was nice to take a break once in awhile. The mountains had certainly been working her; her muscle tone had
increased noticeably.

(This post was last modified: Oct 08, 2015, 08:33 PM by Pharika.)

The Coldheart brother had woken up feeling rather energetic today. He had completed a few patrols, ensuring that the borders were secure and that the children (now creeping up to the adults in size) were within bounds. He'd yet to catch yiff of another lynx within the territory, the man hypervigilant to such a presence after having heard the story of the one murdered by the pack some time ago. It wasn't normal that he was so productive, but once in awhile he had one of these days. A gift, really, something to fall back on should he ever need to insist that he did too contribute! to the leaders. It seemed, however, that his relation to Anthem and Angele were enough to protect him to quite an extent, and he did not mind abusing the privilege.

Searching for more to do, he didn't expect to come across the woman resting, but once he spotted her and the morsel she'd left outside of her own reach, he knew immediately what his next course of action would be. It occurred to him that she was a stranger, despite her scent being purely that of a Fallen Tree Cove subordinate, and therefore he knew nothing of her temperament. Yet truly the most abrasive wolf he'd come across within the pack had been @Hexamora, and he liked her just fine. Therefor, it didn't worry him any that she might take his play as a threat. An annoyance, maybe, but he wouldn't mind that so much.

A bark was thrown into the air, to snag the woman's attention and wake her if she had truly dozed off. His jaws wrapped around the severed leg, and off he went, running away from Pharika with her meal in tow. An amiable 'catch me if you can!' look was thrown back at her as he hoped she would take up his game.

A young deer has been separated from the rest of its herd. Hunt Opportunity

Pharika rolls onto her side, her body stretching out. Toes
on her paws part as she stretches then rolls onto her back. With a wiggling motion, she itches her back. The sudden
bark of another wolf makes her jerk, and her brass eyes narrow in irritation. She flips onto her belly, her head
snapping back only to observe another wolf snatching up her goat's leg. Nearly jumping to her feet, the woman's
lips curl, a light growl emitting from her throat. She glares at the male as he throws his head back, casting her a
teasing look. It was a game. She could scent the smell of pack mates on him; that was a good thing for
him, otherwise she'd go after his pelt. Her nose scrunches as she smiles wickedly. Large paws reach for the
smooth stone below as she leaps down from her rock.

With an umph she lands, her legs scrambling to propel her forward. Her thick muscles roll under her
pelt as she takes off after the dark pelted man before her. Brown-chestnut eyes stay focused on the leg
that hangs from his jaws. A playful snarl resonates from her jaws as she parts them, her teeth clacking
in excitement. Her tail was stiff and high as she ran; her hunting instinct was pushing her along. She
leaps upward, avoiding a jagged rock as she does so. Her eyes don't fall to the rocks below her but
rather stay on target. She had grown accustomed to the harshness of the land and didn't need to watch her
step constantly anymore.

Rika's heart thumps steadily in her chest as she presses forth. Her ears pin against her head and her heavy neck cranes
her head forward, picking up speed. Wet black nostrils widen as she takes in heavy breaths. She was enjoying
the chase. She wanted to rip that leg right out of her pack mate's jaws.

(This post was last modified: Oct 28, 2015, 10:28 PM by Pharika.)