the mystic
11-23-2016, 09:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-23-2016, 09:46 PM by Dagmær.)
The drought had been causing Dagmær to travel farther and farther in search of prey. While the snowfalls would bring much needed moisture it was too little, too late for the hooved creatures that would dig through the snow in search of nutrients only to find the dried up wasted leftovers of a cruel summer. Thankfully a warmer wind and tide had made the weather on the Love Islands a bit more bearable. Dagmær made a face at the name. Bleck! The day was nice and clear and when she felt her coat had dried enough she got to her paws and began the task of tracking down some manageable prey. Skirting along the beach she was originally planning on digging up some crustaceans when she spied a group of large white birds with weird bills that giant sacks hung off of. Hmmm…. those would make decent carrying bags if treated and cured correctly. Assuming Kassander had any idea what these were. The bird didn't seem to want anything to do with her and at the first sight of the wolf it was in the air. Dam! If only there was an easier target… that was the thing with birds. She'd have to expend a lot of energy for a small amount of meat unless she was lucky enough to find a bird in an unfortunate situation. Strolling along she spied a large, dark wolf ahead of her that seemed to be staring at tracks in the sand. Perhaps the stranger was after the same quarry? "Hey… hey… psst…. you hunting those weird bag-mouth birds?" She kept her voice as low as she could while still making it loud enough to hear and hoping she wouldn't scare off the other's prey if there was some nearby. Walk, "Talk" Think |