<blockquote>The brute had grown fond of the dead woods, and had started claiming them as his new home. He would not be thoroughly marking a wide range, but enough of where he liked to be and where he wanted others to stay away from. He had not been cast out to have nothing, as much as his former pack may hope, he was going to prove fate wrong. His story was in his hands, and this was the real beginning of it. The woods he was drawn too because of the similarities they both possessed. They were not exactly striking upon first look, with a second anyone could see the striking life, and other fine qualities. He would like to think he did not look all bad now. His fur though thicker than most this time of year was not tangled with burs nor coated in mud. It was starting to dull by his lack of real meals, but there was still a glow to the silver strands.For the first time since he had been banished, he was coming to terms with his new life and that maybe this place was where he was suppose to be.
Long, cream colored legs carried navigated amongst the bramble, and his eyes were lit with an eagerness for the hunt. He had caught the scent of a herd of deer, and was most eager to catch one. Though the odds were not in his favor, he was desperate enough to try. He could happen to find a cripple, or a babe and he was not about to pass up that chance. Besides it wasn't like he had anything better to do, surviving was his life now.
Tail swept high behind him he tracked them down bidding his time, and keeping his distance. He watched them for a good time, his coat blending into the silvers and shadows of the woods. The herd slowly started to move further on, and it was then he saw them. Mother and child, and the fawn looking to be a day old, if that. His shoulders flexed, and he readied himself waiting for the right moment. Timing had never quite been his forte, and a solid streak of silver shot from the brush and at the tiny creature. His mouth went slack stunned by his lack of knowledge while the young female killed the frail creature. It was than Sica decided he may have a good chance to either charm a piece away from her, or take it by force. The girl whisked up her kill, and was on her way. His brows collected together in bewilderment. Where was she taking it? His black nose twitched, but all he could smell was the blood, and his stomach growled. Cautiously he prowled forward, wanting to know where the fresh meat was walking off too.
He tried to keep a safe distance, catching a peek of her light colored flanks now and again. Then the youngster barked for another, and he only wondered more. Why would someone catch a deer for someone else? Step by step he would sneak closer, his ears perked when he heard whoever this Elettra was praise the hunter. His nose crinkled at the scent of squirrels dancing about, and he hid for a moment debating to simply vanish or show himself. If it was not for his hunger he would have torn himself away. He doubted he was likely to get anything now there were two of them, but again it was worth a try. He stepped closer, catching the tail end of the squirrels shooting through the bushes in time to scare the young hunter. A distinct snort of amusement rang from him as he walked into the clearing. <b>"Only squirrels, my dear,"</b> he smiled reassuringly.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Aug 04, 2012, 12:35 AM by Sica.)