Sometimes having the paws of a bear made hunting extremely difficult. When his claws became too long, he could not, for the life of him, stay quiet enough to sneak up on any animal. Such as it was today when all he wanted was a snack. A little morsel to munch on until he went on a larger hunt to feed himself and Senua.

The red sun above was setting on the western horizon, casting the forest around him in a dark shadow. Since the stars and moon had also decided to not appear for weeks now, Ursus didn’t hold out hope that tonight would be better. He would still try though, at least try his best, as he followed after a rather plump red fox. It did help that he had rather keen eyesight and seeing at night held out better for him than most.

Bending his legs to lower his center of gravity to the ground, he tracked the fox. Every time he drew close, a leaf would rustle or a stick would snap and the fox would take off running once more. Cursing under his breath, Ursus ducked behind a rather large tree and bundle of bushes to recollect and devise how he would hunt down the fox.

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Leaves were everywhere, stretching as far as the eye could see. It made sense, considering he was traipsing through a fucking forest, but still. Leaves, leaves, leaves. The only thing louder than the crunch of said leaves was the growling of the blue brutes stomach. He needed to eat something, someone, anything. There was very little that he wouldn't shove in his mouth at that point. When had he last eaten anyway? Big paws carried Calibos through the woods, his nose working to see if anything was out and about and worth chasing down. The first scent to hit his nose was wolf and the brutes stomach growled again, but it was a male, which was disappointing. Hey, even cannibals had standards, okay? Cal would bed both males and females, but he would only consume the flesh of the fae. They were more tender; their blood sweeter. The next scent to meet his nose was that of a fox and, as it on cue, he could hear to crunching of leaves as something chased something else in hot pursuit. Interesting! Calibos settled into an easy lope, maneuvering through the forest towards the sound. Ears shifted as he gauged the location of the predator and prey. Soon, he caught a flash of orange fur and a flash of some big, earthen bastard chasing it. Delightful! With a grin, Calibos invited himself to the hunt. He could eat a fox, sure. It was surprising that anyone else would want to eat a fox though. Generally, it seemed that predators avoided eating other predators. Not Cal though. What better testament to ones own prowess than to eat another hunter? He'd absorb all of that predators energy into himself and he would be better for it. Bigger. Stronger. Faster. More cunning. Keeping the pursuing wolf to his left, Calibos kept his eyes peeled for the flashing russet fur. It was difficult to keep full track when the leaves were of a similar shade and they were everywhere. He tried his best to tread lightly, timing his steps to those of the other big brute. Perhaps this way the fox wouldn't hear him coming. Hell, he didn't even know if the other wolf knew he was here and ready to help. Birds wailed up above, their attention honed in on the ongoing pursuit. Their raucous cries aided in covering the crunching of the leaves. When able, Cal would leap upon fallen logs and move across those instead to further mask his steps. There were mossy patches as well that he utilized. Was he getting closer? Who knew? What he did know was that he was damned hungry and he couldn't wait to feel warm meat and blood slide down his throat and into his awaiting belly. WC-461 Total-672/1500 "Calibos Lir"

Despite his new "domesticated pet" status, the call of the Old Blood was a primal urge Nero could deny no longer. He would keep true to his word to Scylla and return to Obscura in time, but the behemoth of a wolf needed to be out in the wilds from time to time to feed his feral beast's innate instincts. He needed to prowl, to roam, to hunt, to kill. So Nero took time to himself to set out and enjoy being part of the land and the food chain once again. His path wandered around the coast of Boreas to the north, then westward until he found himself in a massive forest of oak trees as tall as skyscrapers, reaching with mighty limbs up to the heavens above. It was an impressive sight that made even the gargantuan brute feel small for once—a rare occurrence to be sure.

Giant paws crunched through the fallen fall foliage with heavy steps, careless in his gait. When one was as big a predator as he was, you tended to walk with confidence that nothing could be a threat to you. Even bears were more or less suggestions of danger. But it did make hunting all the more difficult. To his credit, Nero didn't realize he had unintentionally become part of a hunt until he came crunching through some dried brush and found himself face to face with a panicked looking red fox. The pair exchanged surprised looks before the fox took off through the underbrush with a fearful squeak, its small paws darting through the leaves and barely making a sound as it fled from the giant arctic wolf. Nero tipped his head, curious. Something had definitely spooked the critter.

The answer to that unspoken question came a moment later when the barely perceptible sound of more paws coming through the woods and dead leaves caught his attention. From his towering height, Nero easily spotted the two other titanic brutes as they came through the copse of trees, sniffing and sorting through the leaf bed. Ah, so that's what had the fox so spooked... How interesting. Intrigued and feeling that urge to hunt once more, Nero decided to lend a paw to the two strangers. Once they had drawn near, he gave a low huff to catch their attention, wordlessly communicating with a tip of his snout in the direction the fox had fled in. The ancient wolf then lowered his muzzle to the ground, nose burying beneath the leaf litter on the ground and began to snuffle about the ground until he found one of the fox's tracks, grabbing its scent in his nares. Synapses fired in his brain, primordial predatory instincts activating as Nero turned into the baser predator that he was.

Moving with shuffling steps to avoid disturbing the leaves too much, Nero began to follow after the fox, leading the strangers in the direction that he had seen it flee in. It couldn't have gotten too far in the seconds it had been gone. He did not even wish to eat the fox; the other two could share that scrap of a snack if they wished. The gargantuan brute simply wished to hunt and to kill.

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Total: 1210 / 1500

Well wasn't this interesting? Another wolf, a big old thing, had joined in the hunt. It seemed as though everyone was on the lookout for a bit of fun. There wasn't much else to do in a place like this other than fight, fuck and sleep. Everyone came together to do one of those things, at least. It was so beautiful. Ha. Calibos moved through the leaf litter, his own nose low to the ground as he scented their prey. There was no point in sharing names between the three of them. He had no desire to make friends. They were just here for a common goal and, once that goal was complete, they would part ways. All three brutes followed the scent of the fox, winding their way through the woods. Just like before, Calibos used any opportunity to get his paws off of the ground. The fallen trees and thick, ropey vines made it easier than probably anywhere else in the land. He could hear the crunch of leaves coming from the big brutes behind him, but his attention was all for the land ahead. Suddenly, a flash of orange caught his attention and Calibos dove off of his perch and into a pile of leaves. Claws and teeth sank in and, for a moment, he thought that he'd won the day. The fox slipped from his grasp and rocketed out of the leaf pile. With a growl, Calibos gave chase once more, this time not caring whether or not he made any sound. Faster. Faster. Faster. He ran all out, jaws snapping at the end of the vulpine's tail. He swore that there was fox fur stuck in his teeth with as close as he was. The trio of wolves chased the little fox, closing in on all sides but one. That last one was the side that they should have closed. A moment later, a burrow appeared and the fox dipped within, disappearing as though he had never existed. The wolves skidded to a stop and Calibos growled low, irritation wrinkling his nose. Overhead the birds laughed at their failure. Without a word to the other two wolves, Cal slunk away to be alone and soothe his injured pride. WC-373 Total- 1583/1500 "Calibos Lir"