Hopeful Hunt

*Rendel* · (This post was last modified: 11-21-2017, 09:58 AM by Rendel.)

"That's my bird!"

A small ruffle of feathers rustled above, but certainly not enough to have really moved. Rendel froze, her haunches still partly raised in preparation for a jump. A heterochromatic gaze met her own as she looked down, and the she-wolf furrowed her claws into the broad branch she was on. 'His bird?' Why, certainly not. 'What is he, some entitled young rogue? A pack runaway?' thought Rendel to herself, glaring down at him. He wasn't nearly as close to the turkey as she was, and by the gods, she was already so close! From the looks of the black-and-white figure, he didn't appear to need this bird as much as she did--not only did that mean she was more entitled to it, but...it also meant she could have a harder time fending him off.

"Is it?" she hissed, her tone even and calm, straining to keep her voice lower as to not be heard by the turkey, but loud enough to carry to the figure below. "I don't see you hunting it. I'm sure the forest holds more than the turkey of a simple, humble loner such as myself," she mused, attempting to remain considerably unoffensive. She's neglected herb-hunting in favor of catching prey lately; as of now she hasn't got anything useful for deep wounds. She shifted her paws--this better not last long; who knows how long the bough would sustain her weight.

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