@Rift -- again, Rift, I did a bit of Powerplaying, but nothing major. I just got Ceara and Rift closer to the den is all. Whoever wants to post first, it doesn't matter to me. :D
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It had taken Rift and Ceara quite a bit of strength to pull the buck all the way back to their temporary den, but it was worth every agonizing second. They had plenty of meat to share between the two of them, and this would help them survive the storm that was still brewing. Currently, they were about ten or twenty feet away from the tree whose roots they had decided to call home for the moment, and Ceara still did not realize that they had company – a particular male wolf by the name of Tagg. Her snout, which could hardly smell anything because of the cold all around, only smelled deer blood, and could not pick up the scent of the male.
Whether or not Rift had noticed him yet remained to be seen. They continued slowly dragging the buck closer and closer. And all Ceara could think about was how good it was feel and taste to sink her teeth into fresh meat. A gruesome thought to some, but being a wolf meant you had no qualms about such things. Of course, she would let Rift eat first, as Rift was the closest thing to an Alpha that Ceara had at the moment. And Alphas ate their fill of meat first. Always. Though Ceara was starving, she didn’t mind waiting for food. She was quite used to it, in fact. Being the Omega of her birth pack meant that generally she was left with whatever scraps might still be around by the time her parents and two brothers had finished eating. Such was the way of the world.
Finally, the little she-wolf was tired of dragging around the deer carcass, and promptly dropped the leg she was carrying on the ground. Still, she had not noticed Tagg’s scent. In all honesty, she would make a terrible Guardian…