The Strangest Stranger
She'd been crouched at the edge of the forest for a good part of the early morning, tail twitching as she lied low, olive gaze eyeing the herd of Buffalo that grazed mere feet in front of her. She was waiting for the perfect moment, watching and waiting for a calf to stray too far from its mother. It would be foolish of her to go after a full fledged adult on her own, for that she needed a bigger group...or a pack. A clicking of hooves caught her attention, the woman spying a fairly young calf move closer to her position. Pressing herself closer to the ground, she waited like a cat stalking a mouse. The herd was slowly moving away from her, the calf lingering behind a few paces. Luckily, the wind was on her side and blowing their scent towards her instead of the other way around.
The second she felt that she could get away with her surprise attack, she took a single step forward and crack! What. The. Hell!? Quickly looking down, she realized she had stepped on a twig, the snapping resounding loud enough that by the time she looked up, the calf was running back towards the herd. With narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, she leaped forward and tried to run it down. At this point, the herd startled with a big red furry thing chasing them, the cattle split and charged away from her towards the hills.
Running along behind them as fast as she could go, she tried to seek out the calf she had set her sights on earlier, but it was now running between what she assumed was the mother and another scarred up bull. Ay chinga su Madre... frustration ripped through her then, as she slowed her pace until she came to a standstill. Panting slightly, she huffed with clear irritation before she realized where she was. She had ventured slightly beyond pack borders, and she cursed herself even more. Had she known a pack was around her, she wouldn't have tried to chase the herd this way. She turned towards the way she came, hopefully, she would be able to get out undetected...though she didn't know what the chances of that would be. She was only past the lines by a couple of yards, but there were some packs that didn't care whether you were in the center or had a hair beyond the border... |