our map was upside down this whole time
07-22-2016, 07:40 PM
Sigleif was lucky to spot a hare before her brother began his splashing. It was occupied with... well, something. Sig had seen too few as a hunter (as compared to an idiot pup) to have paid them much mind. It was snuffling around there in the dirt, paying her no mind. She knew rabbits were skittish, and fast to boot, but it was catch it or starve. She kept her body as still as possible and waited for the best possible moment, like her mother had shown her. She still remembered the first time Mother had taken her and Sin out to follow tracks. She had sneezed and spooked a herd of deer. None of that this time around. It was hard to bundle up all the energy she felt in her body, hard not to make a hasty jerking movement or twitch or breathe or anything that might alert the hare to her presence. But she picture her baby siblings waiting back... well, wherever they were, and it steadied her. In an explosive burst of speed she flung herself forward and before the hare could bolt more than a bound she came down upon it. Its brown pelt was soft beneath her paws and it nearly squirmed out from beneath her, but her jaws landed a clumsy bite at the nape of it's neck, and she dispatched it honorably. Surely it would be enough to hold the youngest of them over for another day. Her and Sindre would make due with whatever else they could find. Only then did she heard the great 'sploosh!' of Domari tossing about his finds. Faintly she heard Sindre's voice, an unintelligible murmur in the wind, and she smiled. She had been on the right trail after all! She clamped her jaws down around the rodent's still-twitching body and took off in their direction. She came across the bank of the river, it's pungent odor of plant rot and mud more evident with ever step she took. Heading north, it was not long at all before she found her brother Dom causing a fuss. She snickered, not deigning a greeting for the troublesome tyke, instead flaunting her catch and attempting to tickle his snout with the tip of her tail as she swung her path close beside him. "C'mon," she garbled, struggling to speak around the rabbit, "Lesh go fine' 'eh oders." She hoped Dom would know the way back to their den. She wouldn't admit it, but Sig still wasn't quite sure and her sense of smell was overwhelmed by the blood and pelt of what she carried. |
