Daytripping
07-02-2013, 06:33 AM
Cross running back to her was both a worry and a relief. His speed meant that the cattle were no doubt aware of the presence of predators. And that meant the bull would be going on the defensive - which in feral beast terms meant offensive. She didn't bother shaking her head over her son though, he was just a pup. He didn't know better - yet. But she could chastise at a later point in time. It was amazing how quickly Crusade clicked back into military form. Perhaps it had something to do with the Alpha's tones, perhaps it was just the company of other warriors, but whatever caused it, oh how she liked it. She rolled her shoulders, spread her stance, drummed her claws softly on the ground. When the Alpha made delivered his orders, Crusade nodded her understanding and moved forward to take up her position on the left, still behind the cover of the treeline. She crouched there, waiting. She'd signaled with a twitch of her tail for her son to stay planted where he was. He'd been beginning to learn basic hunting signals, and out of the corner of her eye she saw that he was obeying this one time. The Timber cross started picking apart the beast in her mind - figureing out the weakest points, the best places to hold, the things to look out for. She was used to caribou and elk and even, with enough help, the occasional moose, but this was something slightly different. At first glance one would think it'd be slower and more lumbering, but Crusade saw how snappishly it could move as it swung out spit and twisted it's head round. She saw how thick those legs were - just about impossible to trip, and most impressive of all, how huge that hump of muscle and fat and flesh was over his neck. This new beast brought it's own set of challenges. But Crusade was still game. She glanced over at the King and the golden-eyed male he'd called Pontifex. She was ready and waiting. speech |