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Zinnia

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
69
player
Bluetick
08-02-2018, 09:43 PM (This post was last modified: 08-19-2018, 08:36 PM by Zinnia.)

Teal eyes were glued to the scene before her and her body remained completely still. She was slowly stalking, moving closer and closer to the small group of Dik-Dik. She was waiting for the right moment to ambush the small group, waiting until all attention was away from the area she was waiting in. Patience was the biggest key when hunting, especially alone. She knew this from both being taught and personal experience. Eyes scanned each individual, all but one was looking away. She watched and waited, mentally curse the last stubborn little deer refusing to look away. It felt like it took forever for the creature to look away. She gave it a few minutes before launching forward. Charging the small group and snapping her jaws around the neck of the older, weaker one in the group. The cries of the others as the ran for their life filled the air, while she remained with the one she had caught, waiting until it stopped struggling against her grip.

It only took a few moments before the body went limp in her jaws. Then her tail began to wag as she soaked in the feeling of a successful hunt. She had spent a great deal of time tracking that small group and the fact she was successful in the end made her feel happier then she normally was. Although the hunt wasn’t for herself, it was more for anyone in the pack who needed it. She was still full from last nights catch. Standing she began to carry the fact mini deer along with her heading back towards the main part of the pack lands, though she didn’t get to far before a familiar form came into sight. There leaning against a large rock was Typhon. She grinned behind her mouthful of deer before moving over in his direction. She couldn’t really call out with the kill in her mouth so she moved close to him, just a few yards away, before placing her kill on the ground.

“Morning,” she gently called hoping that he had heard her approach. “You hungry?”

She would most certainly give him the dead did-did if he was hungry. Not wanting it to go to waste and unsure if anyone else in the pack was hungry for it. Typhon looked like he had just got done with running or some form of exercise with him panting and leaning against a rock.

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