workin' hard or hardly workin'
for clem
06-30-2019, 01:11 PM
it was nearly a few weeks now that he had been accepted in Abaven. given the rank of a hunter, Benedict felt he should try to bring home at least one thing each day. he wandered away from his pack, their sheer number making the hunting almost terrible. it scared a lot of prey away to have many paws trampling over the territory. he heard there were bats here on the island, anyway. he hadn't seen a bat in so long. it was a good thing to watch for. they ate insects that irritated other wolves, after all. swimming a short distance to the island, he's use the water to mask his scent. the man wandered further in, his head down and ears alert for any moment. though not an experienced hunter, he was going to try to bring something back. the Abaven wolves had been good to him so far. they gave him a den, shelter from the elements, and protection from anything that sought to give him trouble. he may be alone now, but he felt confident they'd back him up if something was to go down. Benedict was quiet, eyes straying around the area and picking up the scent of small rodents. following, he'd try to press himself to the earth and walk forward. a violent rustling to the right of him made the man jump. whatever trail he followed, the rodent was gone now. shaking his fur in quiet irritation, he'd turn to face the foliage that had cost Abaven an easy meal. his face was neutral, keeping his frustration well under his fur. he just waited for whatever was on the other side of that brush. "hello?" |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent
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