Vaken Svart Vaken walked slowly, hesitating each step. He smelt coyote in the breeze, and that scared him. His luck hadn’t been good with them. Alone, he was a walking target. He wasn’t strong or intimidating enough to scare them off alone. Any small kill he hunted would have to be devoured quickly. The longer he took eating, the more time the coyotes had to track the smell. He needed to eat though. It felt like he was constantly hunting, and yet he wasn’t eating much at all. The constant threat of coyote made it even harder for him to enjoy a proper meal. He took a break, sitting along the foggy floor. The last few days had been eventful. He had travelled a fair amount, avoiding pack territory. He knew by the smell that he was close to a border, but he was distancing himself. He hoped the smell of wolves would keep the coyotes wary. He felt more at peace here than he usually did, comforted by the silence and blue hue. It was peaceful. He looked a little out of place, his fur not blending in well to the darkness. He wagged his tail into the dirt, letting small twigs and leaves to get stuck. That’s when he heard the rabbit. Slightly far in the distance, but still obtainable. Vaken lowered his head and body to try and blend in. His heart was only half in it, but if it was a quick meal he’d be grateful. I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun |
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