cry a little
06-07-2019, 09:45 PM
Muses turned to the male, a wide grin stretched over her maw. She was typically humble, but knew she was a talented hunter, and was proud of it. Her "No one else can keep on prey like I can." The lower altitude of their location, compared to the towering mountains she had once prowled also provided a bit of a boost to her oxygen intake as well. "One sister was an exceptional tracker, and the other one was strong enough to take down prey even some of the males struggled with." Her pride for them was clear, eyes shining with light as she spoke.
As they neared, the scent of warthog became clear. From it alone, she could gain a plethora of information; the gender, relative age of the sow, number of piglets, and their health. She frowned as she looked in the direction that the silver and copper male pointed, seeing movement past the sparse foliage and the downward slope that kept the family hidden from the main path. "Let's settle downwind and wait until the mother goes off to forage." Though it was posed gently, almost like a suggestion, she had already turned, carefully seeking out somewhere to lie in wait.
"You may call me Muses." She rather liked setting it up that way; it did not have to feel like a lie, as calling herself Muses did now. Spotting a sheltered space behind a weathered concrete barrier that looked more like a misplaced rock, she made herself comfortable, folding her limbs to lay squarely, her chin resting on the pitted blockade. "Once she goes, we'll grab the two least fortunate." Briefly squinting into the distance, she tried to see if any of the piglets appeared significantly weaker or sicklier than the rest, but they all seemed very much the same upon first glance.
As they neared, the scent of warthog became clear. From it alone, she could gain a plethora of information; the gender, relative age of the sow, number of piglets, and their health. She frowned as she looked in the direction that the silver and copper male pointed, seeing movement past the sparse foliage and the downward slope that kept the family hidden from the main path. "Let's settle downwind and wait until the mother goes off to forage." Though it was posed gently, almost like a suggestion, she had already turned, carefully seeking out somewhere to lie in wait.
"You may call me Muses." She rather liked setting it up that way; it did not have to feel like a lie, as calling herself Muses did now. Spotting a sheltered space behind a weathered concrete barrier that looked more like a misplaced rock, she made herself comfortable, folding her limbs to lay squarely, her chin resting on the pitted blockade. "Once she goes, we'll grab the two least fortunate." Briefly squinting into the distance, she tried to see if any of the piglets appeared significantly weaker or sicklier than the rest, but they all seemed very much the same upon first glance.