hunting party
ft shaye
06-25-2019, 04:01 PM
he realized with a jolt he had been here two nights ago at the border. it looked so different during the day. bright. sunny. beautiful. was this his pack's land too? must be, the Abaven scent was fresh and plenty. he hadn't even bothered to go back during the day. Benedict bent his head to try and pick up the scent of rabbit, blinking in thanks as he found some tracks to follow too. raising his skull, he'd motion to Shaye to follow after it with him. he wasn't going to talk in case they scared off the prey. rabbits were skittish. but they were also prone to standing helplessly still if they were frightened. the alpha said she was 'rusty' but he didn't know how rusty. for a man who had spent two years by himself, hunting had to be done. he couldn't afford to break from it, else he'd be surviving barely on carrion. whenever you could find it. but with a pack at his back now, he hopefully didn't have to worry about it. following the trail, Benedict would begin to lower himself to the ground and creep forward. a bit of a thicket ahead told him there was a warren there. skat and other tell-tail signs also. the greenery was less dense here, being nibbled away by the rabbits slowly. a few russet and brown heads bobbed along the ground, hopping idly from each place to the next. rabbits. good sized ones too. though he had some ideas about how to do this, he'd defer to the higher ranking wolf with him. Benedict turned, looking at Shaye with a raised brow as if asking what she wanted to do. |
to note; benedict speaks with a slight european accent