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Go Miles

Altair



Dominus I

Somnium

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
119
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08-04-2019, 07:01 AM (This post was last modified: 08-04-2019, 07:01 AM by Dominus I.)


He was curious to see how far she would follow him on this little hunting trip. He wasn't particularly tired, but he wanted far away from those deathtrap caves. Every so often he would pause in his steps to brake check her, making sure she was paying attention. If she was not, he knew he could not rely on her to keep her eyes open for danger while they were on the move. He was a survivalist, after all.. and would only settle for likewise in his company.

He was confident that even if she did lack the ability to remain keenly alert at all times, he could train her to do so. It was honestly far more exciting than he initially figured it would be, but already... the youth was going through all the different ways that the two could spend their future days together. She seemed well-mannered and obedient at least, he hoped he didn't let her slip away from him.

Once they made it to the islands, he would stop on the sandy shore with his chest heaving from the spent effort it took to even swim here. His weight retired to his haunches as he sat there, letting the water roll off his heavy fur for a moment. Crystal eyes looked to her, hopeful that she wasn't on the verge of passing out yet. They had a lot left to do!

"Surprise you kept up, but good job. You never know how much you'll have to walk to get to your next meal, so the first lesson in hunting that I'm going to give you - is be ready to go as far as it takes to find the perfect hunt. We're not going for easy findings unless it's a sure thing, and that's why I brought you here. There is so much fucking fish here, you really wouldn't beli--" His head perked as he immediately snapped his jaws up and shut up. His eyes were wide, the predator within him completely taking over as he spotted something just past the girl.

It was the reflective fin of the native fish on this island fighting the push and pull of the gentle tide. It seemed that the hunt was already on and he had no time to explain, so without even mentioning anything else to her he sprinted off past her and headed straight for the shallow waves where he saw that fin. Paws slapped the waves as he tried to draw out another fish. There was a whole school up here feeding in the shallow, warm water and he was determined to toss as many as he could back up on to the beach.