bottle and a gun
09-17-2017, 08:30 PM
Why did he still keep coming up toward the north when he knew from experience that he hated it? Sometimes it seemed like he just let his paws carry him wherever they pleased and for some reason his paws hated him to an unusual extent. Even in the summer it seemed cold here to him. Well, at least there seemed to be plenty to eat around here. That was one positive thing. The herds of elk were huge. He tried to stay hidden around the huge tree trunks that were around the area where the big prey animals were lingering. After all his flame-colored pelt was a dead giveaway. He was waiting in the shadows for a smaller one to wander away from the herd a little bit... but then he noticed some of the beasts from the center of the crowd starting to scatter. He stood up and crept a bit closer to see what was going on and just as he did that he heard someone yelling, telling them to "just drop dead". Confusion colored his face up until the moment when he saw one of the large male elk running right toward him as the herd started to stampede away from whoever was yelling at them. "Oh shit!" he gasped as he jumped out of the way, waiting behind the tree and using it as a wall to block the elk from him. It took a minute or two till they passed by enough for him to come back out around the tree with a glare. "What the hell was that!" he yelled, scowling as his blue eyes landing on the dark woman that must have been the cause of it. No one else was around so it had to have been her. |