OOC: I may have gotten a little into it as well. XD
<blockquote><i>Oh, dear lord!</i>
The evening sun beamed down on her, and she fidgeted restlessly. Her back paw came up, scratching at the back of her ear where the fly kept landing. Her front paws were layered in dirt, an uncontrollable consequence of her rodent excavating activity. Of course catching the rodent was an entirely different matter. She had not yet been able to reach the mole that had raised the tunnels of dirt beneath the rows of green. Several lines lay in ruins; soil upturned and the earth scarred in the wake of her claws. There was much more length to the tunnels than she had currently managed to dig up, and rather than continue on with her digging activity, she reclined briefly onto her haunches, tracing the lines with her eyes until they disappeared into the closely growing blades of grass. She knew they didn’t burrow too far underground until the winter months. The hollow mounds were proof of that. It was just a matter of finding the right location in the tunnels.
Really, it shouldn’t be that hard. She had come across the length of tunnels about ten minutes ago by chance and decided to pursue a snack before a more proficient hunt later that night. While she had started the excavation more amused than anything, she had quickly become focused on her work and was now very interested in finding the creature. Her nostrils flared, scenting the surrounding air and she shifted her weight, rising to approach the neared upturned soil. It was an earthy smell, full of minerals and musty types of fungus that grew within the dirt. But more than that, there was the scent of rodent. This smell was musty as well, though it was much more prominent than the faint particles in the dirt. It was deeper, she thought; not necessarily rich, but some how much fuller. She had smelled it before, eaten moles even, and she knew that she hadn’t wasted her energy on something fruitless.
She followed the ridge of dirt, pausing now and then to look for movement along the line. It was after finding the scent becoming much stronger and a solid half an hour later that she finally found the sweet spot. With a rush of excitement, she leapt into activity, a loud call of triumph breaking through the air. <b>"HaHA!"</b> Dirt flew every which way as she raced to dig out the creature before it burrowed deeper into the earth. She was rewarded by the sight of a slightly rounded rump and pink, wiggling feet. She lunged forward, teeth snapping sharply on the hind end of the small rodent. It uttered an angry hiss before she silenced it completely, ending it’s life by refilling her own.
She licked her jowls, small splatters of blood around the front of her muzzle. It hadn’t been terribly messy, and though she was dirty, it was mainly just her muzzle and paws covered in dirt. The red in the mixture was minimal and she cleared most of it away with her tongue. So absorbed in her activity, she had not noticed the company of other wolves in the area. And though it caught her attention now, she was tempted to ignore it and curl up into a little ball for a solid nap. She certainly didn’t want to go rushing about anywhere. Even though she’d only had a pin prick of food.
Move… or lounge. Move… or lounge. She put off making the decision by firmly planting her rump on the ground. And then leaning into a relaxed sit. Move… or lounge? She sighed audibly, leaning further.
Whoops. Decision made. </blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Aug 13, 2012, 05:01 AM by Vaeri.)