Baron had been doing perimeters of his small piece of claimed land for the past couple days now, hoping to ensure that the other residence of the area were aware of his presence and would offer him some small form of privacy until curiosity got the better of them. He had marked out for himself almost a rounded triangle about a cluster of trees and his thicket near the water and slowly probed outward in search for prey, for other wolves, for anything to occupy his time.
Today he knew he would have to catch himself a meal or he felt he would go hungry another two days. For some time now his sharp, yellow eyes had noticed the progression of a mouse from the water to somewhere not far off in the wood and he followed it with interest. There was no way to be sneaky when such small prey was involved, they would feel the vibrations of his steps as he approached, so the Dryden boy hoped for one thing; pinkies or fuzzies to temporarily quench his appetite. He approached the small, straw nest low to the ground, his muscled shoulders rolling up and down with each step. The adults had already fled and he nudged at the nest with his moist nose, slowly breaking it down until his treat was revealed, licking them up quickly leaving him hungry once more.
The protein would give Baron a small amount of energy, more energy then he had before, and he would be able to go just that little extra further when chasing larger prey. He stood straight and shook his cream and black-gray saddled figure, cinnamon bordered eyes looking about with the peaked interest of his ears.
Baron had decided today that he would follow the river south, closer to the territory of the wolf pack he had chosen to live so near, to prove he was no threat. It was a slow progression, no show of strength or dexterity, but caution and respect as he grew closer and nearer to these strangers home.
Today he knew he would have to catch himself a meal or he felt he would go hungry another two days. For some time now his sharp, yellow eyes had noticed the progression of a mouse from the water to somewhere not far off in the wood and he followed it with interest. There was no way to be sneaky when such small prey was involved, they would feel the vibrations of his steps as he approached, so the Dryden boy hoped for one thing; pinkies or fuzzies to temporarily quench his appetite. He approached the small, straw nest low to the ground, his muscled shoulders rolling up and down with each step. The adults had already fled and he nudged at the nest with his moist nose, slowly breaking it down until his treat was revealed, licking them up quickly leaving him hungry once more.
The protein would give Baron a small amount of energy, more energy then he had before, and he would be able to go just that little extra further when chasing larger prey. He stood straight and shook his cream and black-gray saddled figure, cinnamon bordered eyes looking about with the peaked interest of his ears.
Baron had decided today that he would follow the river south, closer to the territory of the wolf pack he had chosen to live so near, to prove he was no threat. It was a slow progression, no show of strength or dexterity, but caution and respect as he grew closer and nearer to these strangers home.
(This post was last modified: May 25, 2012, 04:13 PM by Baron.)