Quote:OOC: @Beren The wolf scent was intended to be yours just so ya know. And feel free to have Beren have watched Fly's face plant into the mud and joke with her about it:)
Fly had decided to spend the day exploring the Ghastly Woods again. Most wolves might have been creeped by the eerie silence and the way the branches seemed to hang low enough to drag along your spine and Fly certainly was at first. After a couple of trips through the woods during the day, however, she had become accustomed to the silence, actually enjoying it every once in a while. And dodging the low hanging tree branches had become a source of amusement as she tried to familiarize herself with the woods. She never wanted to get lost here at night again. That was scary.
Fly was strolling through the woods, casually testing the air every now and then to see what she could find. All at once, two distinct scents hit her nose. The first was that of a wolf, though this scent was stale. Fly assumed it must just be another wolf exploring the forest as she was. The second scent was that of a two-leg mouse (prairie dog). Fly smiled as she remembered tirelessly trying to catch them as a pup. There had been any of them in the forest where her brother and she had spent their first six months. They were the first prey that Fly ever tried to catch. Tried being the key word. She hadn't actually caught one until she was over a year old and it wasn't soon after that, that she was separated from her mother and brother and eventually joined Black Thorn Downs. Overcome with some mix of nostalgia, happiness, and excitement, Fly immediately started tracking the odd mouse that could stand up straight on two legs. Forgetting completely about the wolf scent, she dropped into a crouch and started slinking along through the forest until she came upon her prey.
She saw the furry two leg mouse nibbling on something it had between its tiny paws and as far as she could tell, it did not see her. Quietly and expertly, she moved forward one paw at a time until she was close enough to end the hunt in a single bound. Thankfully, the low hanging tree branches gave her good cover and the mouse did not see her until she was already where she needed to be. Still, these mice were particularly fast, and by the time Fly had launched herself at her prey, it was gone and Fly landed face first in nothing but dirt. She didn't need to look up to know that the two leg mouse had scampered away and she could hear it crying out to alert his friends. And everyone else in the area, Fly thought bitterly as she rose to her paws and shook her muzzle to dislodge the mud. She sighed heavily, sad that her hunt had been unsuccessful.