Hopeful Hunt

*Rendel* · 11-16-2017, 07:52 PM

A guttural, low cry had erupted skyward--perhaps not belonging to a bird of prey, which was good. The loner looked upwards, noticing a snatch of brindled feathers. 'A...turkey?' It had been a good long while since she had eaten one of those--probably way back in her days of pack life as a pup. Rendel had never seen one alive up so close. Catching unfamiliar prey could be difficult, but seeing as it was nestled somewhere up high, it would have nowhere to run should she pursue it. Flight was no easy thing for such portly fowl, and while Ren didn't have a particular knack for hunting, she knew that if she played her cards right she could have a chance.

The timberwolf began to tactfully scale one of the broader trunks, confident in her ability to catch her prey. Her mind wandered a bit as she climbed; clambering up mountainsides so many times meant she needed little focus to climb such conveniently placed trees. 'A new scent's seemed to form in this forest,' she thought to herself. 'Not the smell of some rare herb or petrichor, but something unfamiliar and sharp, something that didn't align with any of the snippets of scent I've caught from those packs down South.'

As soon as the thought had left her, her peripheral vision fell on something snow-white and unwavering. Rendel froze, her haunches still raised in preparation of another jump branch-wards. Is that...another wolf? Her emerald eyes flitted up towards that unsuspecting bird, then back to the figure obscured by greenery. 'Are they...able to see me?' She asked herself. If either one of them were to make a noise, that turkey would get the better of her, no doubt about it. A stalemate.

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