Pack Hunt - on the way to the full marshlands to take down large prey from nearby herds, Pip stumbles upon a very unhappy resident.
Pack Hunt - on the way to the full marshlands to take down large prey from nearby herds, Pip stumbles upon a very unhappy resident.
It felt good to finally get out and about on a proper hunt – not just a quick jaunt to fill his own belly or bring something back for hungry little mouths. Not just Veho, but the rest of Grizzly Hollow in force. It would assure them a much bigger prize than if it were only one or two wolves who’d set out for a hunt. There were plenty of items out in the cedar forest for them to choose from, so it was simply a matter of watching and waiting, finding something appropriate.
He threw a glance over his shoulder for @Oula, ears flickering as he communicated silently with his partner in command.
It might have continued, had a frantic chirping not filled the air a moment later. “Pip!” Veho hissed, his pale eyes widening. Pivoting, he moved in the direction of the echoed sounds quickly, ears straining as he sought out the young wolf – he’d grown quite fond of her as time went on. An adopted sister, perhaps, a member of his family that went far beyond blood. Hurrying over a carpet of fallen pines, his nostrils flared in alarm at the scent. Moose. Moose.
“Pip, get out of there!”
Veho gave a short bark to summon the others; the hunt had found them.
To be on a proper pack hunt had the blood in her veins practically singing. Too long had she spent her time chasing rabbits and various species of fowl. Her body ached to pursue a creature of prey until it could no longer run, to have the rest of the pack around her bring it down. That had been her way of life back home on the plains, and for the first time in what was likely months, she would have the chance to do it again. However, her soaring spirits soon plummeted at Veho's summoning bark. Something bad had happened. Her blood ran cold. It was always dangerous taking on large prey, and if someone had gone one on one against it... well, it would not be good.
Breaking into a run, the tawny female kicked up dirt behind her as she followed Veho's summons, breath hitching in her throat as she could only imagine who it was and what had happened. As she neared, the faint sounds of Pip's chirps was an onslaught on her ears. They sounded frantic. Not Pip! Heart plunging down into her stomach at the thought of Pip being hurt, Yvly forced herself to go faster. She could spot Veho's form in the distance. He, too, was running full pelt. The overwhelming musk of moose assaulted her senses. She could only imagine Pip had unknowingly angered a moose, and an angry moose was a dangerous moose. Barking loudly, she let Veho know of her presence as she swiftly followed him. Maybe they could flank the moose, distract it until others arrived so they outnumbered it. That way it might think twice of attacking. Might.