Hunting with Grandma
Seasonal
Mortis
Lieutenant
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
98
98
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-08-2020, 10:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-08-2020, 10:46 PM by Mortis.)
Mortis had known that the gruff but loving older woman would help him if he asked it of her. Today was the morning of the hunt she agreed to. He had gotten from his den, bright eyed and bushy tail, and almost beaten her to the border. But there she was, waiting for him. With a grin, and a kiss to her cheek, the younger wolf would follow her instructions to the letter. He didn’t want to make her think twice about this.
They made their way out of the pack, and towards the Northern territories. He bounded along behind her with endless energy, his companions at his feet, or in the case of the kea, on his shoulder.
“What are we going to hunt Grandma, are we there yet?” he had managed to keep his questions quiet for most of the journey, but in his excitement, they began to burst out.
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They made their way out of the pack, and towards the Northern territories. He bounded along behind her with endless energy, his companions at his feet, or in the case of the kea, on his shoulder.
“What are we going to hunt Grandma, are we there yet?” he had managed to keep his questions quiet for most of the journey, but in his excitement, they began to burst out.
words: 156
05-25-2020, 09:54 AM
When Mortis had asked for a hunt in the snow, Resin couldn't help but grin. She'd taken quite a shine to the young Fatalis boy; a boy who affectionately called her grandma. She agreed to take him north for a hunt the following day. Before the sun rose, Resin waited at the border. Mort soon met her and they were on their way. When questioned some time later, Resin snorted, tendrils of steam drifting from her dusty blue nose. "No, we aren't there yet." Days passed as they trekked through many different typed of terrain. Snow was around them, but it wasn't the deep snows of the far north. If the boy wanted a snow hunt, she'd give him one. Before them a great forest rose up. Trees as tall as the sky grew all around them. This would be an experience in itself, but the hunt the following day would be what she brought the boy here for. Divvying out some dried meat between them, she bid Mort to sleep so that he would be rested for what tomorrow would bring. ---- As usual, Resin was awake before the sun. She scouted the area a bit, nose working to sift through the various scents of the wood. Ah, there it was. The wind brought her the musty scent of caribou. There was a herd somewhere on the outskirts of the forest. That would be their target. Waiting for Mort to rise, the big woman sat in the snow, her thick winter coat puffed up, making her look even larger than she actually was. WC-263 Total-419 |
Mortis
Lieutenant
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
98
98
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
06-19-2020, 09:54 PM
He wiggled a little, but didn’t comment as she told him they were not there yet. He hadn’t been North before, so he didn’t really know where ‘there’ was, but he was happy to follow in her paw-steps and trust her. She was a large wolf, one of the few that still managed to tower over him, if only just.
The journey was a long one, and his company was quieter than he was used to. He occasionally peppered her with questions, observations, or simply noises. Sometimes he was quiet, as his grandmother seemed to prefer.
For the final night before their hunt, he curled up tight in her side, one wing raised to cover his nose, which pressed against the warm fur of her belly. His own belly still full from the tasty meat she had given him before bed. He fell asleep like that, cozy beside his grandma.
When he woke, she had already separated from him, and some of the snow had drifted in around him. He raised his head, puffing up out of the snow, and shook it free of him and his bedding as he leaped free of it, and found his puffed-up grandma. He giggled softly at the sight of her, stretching like a cat, and kissing underneath her chin in greeting and respect. “Is today the day, Grandma Ressy?”
Word count: 228
total: 491
The journey was a long one, and his company was quieter than he was used to. He occasionally peppered her with questions, observations, or simply noises. Sometimes he was quiet, as his grandmother seemed to prefer.
For the final night before their hunt, he curled up tight in her side, one wing raised to cover his nose, which pressed against the warm fur of her belly. His own belly still full from the tasty meat she had given him before bed. He fell asleep like that, cozy beside his grandma.
When he woke, she had already separated from him, and some of the snow had drifted in around him. He raised his head, puffing up out of the snow, and shook it free of him and his bedding as he leaped free of it, and found his puffed-up grandma. He giggled softly at the sight of her, stretching like a cat, and kissing underneath her chin in greeting and respect. “Is today the day, Grandma Ressy?”
Word count: 228
total: 491
06-23-2020, 11:42 AM
Eventually the boy rose. He stretched and kissed her chin in his all too cute manner. The name though... She didn't mind being called Grandma, but Ressy? Did she look like a Ressy? Placing a paw on Morts shoulder, she playfully pushed, aiming to gently toss him into the snow. "Yes, today is the day," she answered gruffly. "Prepare yourself. This won't be easy." Mortis had said he wanted to learn to hunt in the snow. Well... she was going to do one better. Resin was going to teach him to hunt on blowing tundra. Caribou frequented the blowing expanse of land. Their coats were thick and soft and their meat was rich. It would be the perfect kill to take home. She'd taken him to these particular woods because the trees themselves would protect them from the harsh, blowing winds. Just outside of the forest, was a wall of white. The rough, winter winds blew sheets of drifting snow across the land, limiting visibility severely. It would be a good test for the boy. If he could make a kill in such extremes, he could make a kill anywhere. Rising from her place, the big woman gave her coat a shake, ridding it of clinging snow. Moving easily into a distance eating lope, she made her way from where they had rested to the edge of the forest. Stopping at the edge, she motioned for the boy to look out over the blowing, white landscape. Thankfully a winter storm was marring the bright light of the sun, so they wouldn't become snow-blind. Perfect conditions for a blizzard hunt. Standing beside Mort, she gave him some quick pointers. "You won't be able to see much of anything so you'll have to rely on your other senses. Smell the caribou. Listen for them. When they run, you'll be able to feel their hooves pounding the earth." The edge of the breeze ruffled the woman's thick coat. She cast a sidelong glance at the winged boy. "Keep your wings tightly against you. They serve no purpose here and will only end up getting you hurt if they're taken by the wind." Which they would be. The winds on the tundra were harsh and unforgiving. "Do you have any questions?" She would have him follow her lead. The caribou that they saw first would be their target. WC-394 Total-885 |
Mortis
Lieutenant
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
98
98
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
06-26-2020, 11:55 PM