O O C | Mwahahahaaa… just lost teh chance to steal mah foodzes. :B Well, okay, maybe not. He left the fish and squirrel up there. Edited for noun mix-up (lame!).
Ambling down the graveled trails, the scent of freshly caught prey reached his nose. He raised a brow, following the intoxicating aroma until he spotted a peculiar sight. Rather than what he had expected to see – a pack member enjoying lunch or Alexander bringing a generous meal to his new-found beloved – his eyes fell upon the bodies of a rabbit, a squirrel, and a fish which had become frosted by the time he found it. He instinctively set his nose to the shelf, practically dragging it along the cold, rough surface and testing the path for any peculiar fragrance. Who had left these here? Were these ‘gifts’ for him?
Cautiously, he padded forward, unable to sift through the heavy musk that was his own. He turned around and lowered his head to the path that led down the mountain side. Aha… He inhaled deeply, trying to work out the perfume. It was vaguely familiar, even after it was drowned by the scent of water. Hmm. He was just about ready to sit down and have a little bite to eat when he saw her - a flash of white dashing across the river and into the Wildwood.
Edging toward the shelf, he watched the way she walked; he wanted to be sure to study her gait for a bit before he did anything else. There was little doubt in his mind though that the wolf in question was the new Alpha female, Jayse, Hope, or Adonia. The way she held herself, her spunk and her build, distinctly set her apart from the others. Vlarindara. ”Hey, waiiiiit!” he called out to her in something between a bark and a howl. ”Vlar!”
Snatching up the rabbit, he dashed down the frosty boulders. He could have easily tumbled all the way down, but within a matter of scaling the narrow paths and hopping from boulder to boulder, he raced to the river’s edge, hoping she had heard him. Scanning the tree line, he eyed the edges of the forest as he wagged his brush-like tail. The rabbit fell to the space in front of his forepaws; he wanted to pronounce her name right in case she heard it through the dense woodlands, ”Vlarindara?!” It had been a while since he had last seen her, and frankly, he hoped his eyes and nose were not leading him astray.