Walk | Talk | Think
The sun beat down relentlessly from above onto the wide stretch of prairie land, but overall it felt like a mild day. Anais padded along at a leisurely trot from the direction of the shoreline, intent on a quick hunt not for her but just a little something new to add to the pack's cache of readily available meals. Hunting had always been her strong point, a point that had taken her months to finally acknowledge as she was growing up, and now that her life had been given structure again within Donostrea she was eager to once more begin honing in those skills to something more refined and precise. Here, of all places, she wanted to make a good impression, and that meant carrying her weight and proving that she was a contributing member of the pack.
Her face, usually brightened by a smile, was set attentively and with a determined focus, eyes of lemon-gold scanning ahead while her ears perked atop her head and listened for the faintest rustle around her as she continued to step along quietly. At the tip of her muzzle, her dark nose twitched, drawing in the scents of the Algoma Prairie and attempting to single out which scent was closest. No large game today - without the extra support from the pack such a hunt would have been dangerously reckless - Anais sought out the smaller, lighter prey, little fleet-footed things that she could snatch up as they darted about. Hares, prairie dogs... One of them had to be around here somewhere.
With a final glance above the grasses, the golden brown hunter lowered her head and slowed her pace, falling into a near-silent hunter's prowl as she scented closer to the ground in search of a trail to follow.
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