Troublemaker
06-21-2013, 07:50 AM
| Sarak |
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Sarak?s alarm faded as Azalea hoisted herself to her paws. He supposed she was right. There were nocturnal prey animals that provided good hunting, and indeed, she listed a few, before complaining of hunger. He looked around, trying to scent a possible prey animal nearby, glancing at her to be sure she wouldn?t vanish. Her admonition made him avert his gaze respectfully to the snow, ears twitching at the snort. Really, she was an interesting character of a wolf. Energetic one moment, exhausted the next, then energetic agai-- He snuffed as her paw came down on his muzzle, giving him a start. Moss green eyes regarded her with some measure of confusion. Calm down? He was calm. He bent to rub the tickling sensation her claws had left away on one forelimb, and when he straightened and looked up, she was gone. Moss greens widened as he looked about wildly for a moment, then mellowed slightly as he caught sight of her trail. Quietly, he slipped alongside her tracks, gauged her direction, and padded off, intending to head her off. He caught the faint sounds of her charge, the lighter noises of a hare. The heavy crunch of snow being forcefully trampled under falling weight. The snap of bone. Silence. He slipped toward the last point of noise, then paused, one paw raised, as her voice called his name, suddenly sounding afraid. That triggered a reaction. He charged, light on his paws in the snow, his training in stealth taking hold. His approach was silent. He burst in on her location, skidding to a halt and looking around, wondering what had made her scared. It was only her and a dead rabbit here. No scents of Blackmoon, no scents of strangers. ?Are you alright?? |