Flare was making his way through the strange territory some way South from his pack's lands. Here, the grassy earth fell away to something that scented of heat and danger. That only added another step of challenge to his task. Both the danger of falling, and the struggle of finding the scent amongst that of the heat.

But he didn’t mind a challenge, and he took to the danger with ease. Trotting through the grass a fair distance to the strange crack in the land, catching the scent of something to eat. He let it guide him forward, following it to its source. It wasn’t far now, surely.

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"Speech"

He could feel a strange turn in the air here. The ground held an otherworldly energy in his paws. As if the earth was growling beneath him. He felt the intensity of summer's heat magnify as he drew nearer. It excited him, what was this danger his body could sense before he knew it? It was screaming Danger! Danger! He pressed on.

A scent traveled over the hot winds, around the superheated crack in the earth. A scent that had started to draw water to his mouth only for it to dry up before it could collect in his mouth. Prey and a worthy hunting comrade, Flare.

Who was following who now? He saw Flare stalking an innocent little creature up ahead. A tasty one. A dall sheep and her lamb. He decided to play a little contest this time.

Ultyr slunk forward at a quick pace, pulling his body over the grass like a snake. A mere three steps ahead of Flare on an interception. He waited another moment then sidled on up beside the male.
"See who gets to the mother first, loser gets the lamb." He whispered then took off to chase after the mother sheep.

Flare’s hunt was interrupted by the presence of another. The flame wolf flicked an ear towards the familiar sound of Ultry’s voice. When the words registered, he grinned. Huffing a soft laugh beneath his breath. “Deal.” He agreed easily.

The other wolf was already moving, before Flare could register that he had already leaped into action. With a furious snarl, Flare put on a burst of speed. Dashing across the hazardous ground towards the sheep. The Dall didn’t have the choice of moving quickly, stuck shepeding its baby across cracked earth, it realised it wasn’t going to make it. He could see its eyes rolling in fear, moments before Ultry touched her body before he did. “Fuck!” he snarled


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"Speech"

The other agreed.

The God-Prince Ultyr's powerful body booked across the heated terrain. Paws hit the earth and dug into the soil with his claws, his tongue salivating. Sheep was a particular favorite of his. The doe bleated fearfully and urged its baby on but everyone involved knew it was far too late to save either of them. His jaws unhinged and he leaped into the air over the sheep and tackled her bodily over the dust ground, his teeth sinking through the wool to her throat and his forepaws pushing against her body to give him a faster tearing.

The mother was his! As the sheep's last breath gasped out of its bleeding and torn esophagus he lifted his head to see how Flare was doing with the tender lamb.

The fire wolf shook his head, and bared his teeth at Ultyr, the motion more teasing than threatening as the other wolf took down the sheep. Flare pulled one of its legs out from under it before it could lash out at the brown wolf, and after a moment its struggling stopped and it lay still, and dead. Flare then turned to the lamb, which belated senselessly, too frightened or stupid to run away.

He stepped to its tiny form, and snapped its fragile neck between his teeth. It was almost too easy, and he tossed its corpse beside that of its mother. “I’ll get the lead next time Flare challenged his hunting partner.

Medium Prey Hunt: Dall Sheep 3/3


"Speech"

"Hah!" Ultyr laughed half maniacally, he was getting too comfortable with this one. The other had helped keep the sheep from kicking him while he tore its throat. Perhaps, one day, he could recruit this one to his army so he could retake his throne. That was of course after he found Abaddon.

He tore into the flesh of the sheep, taking his hunter's portion. A fresh snack to refuel his body. He hefted the corpse up over his frame, tossing Flare a hefty chunk of the sheep mother's shoulder.

"If you were so blessed to beat me, then surely you will!" Ultyr commented on Flare's challenge. He had never lost a competition! He had bested them all! He was a god after all.