never made it as a wise man
07-21-2013, 05:55 AM
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross blinked a pair of emerald eyes at Eria's words, and then watched her begin her decent. He followed her down the slopes on black paws that showed he would have even more growing to do. The boy was in a quiet mood, and his every step reflected it - slow, slinking, controlled and quiet. The still smooth pads of his feet just barely brushed against the volcanic stone - And they hadn't even come into sight of prey yet. But then, Cross was pretty certain they would soon. Now that he was searching for it, now that his lungs swelled with the mountain air, and his nose was stuck into the wind, he was smelling all sorts of tantalyzing scents: Mountain big horn was the most prominent thing - and they were already upwind of the little brown buggers, the best angle to hunt from. But then of course there was also deer, and rabbit and fox and mountain gopher and all sorts of other woodland creatures. Birds too. As for them, Cross had always never really tried hunting them. The small ones weren't worth the effort, and the big ones were too pretty. Heck, he'd had a conversation with an eagle once in the south. So, for him anyway, that was off the menu for life unless he found himself starving. Even as his nose searched the breeze, however, his eyes were trained on the hunt leader. He watched Eria's movements for some new lesson, and did his best to adopt the steady angle that she used on the steeper parts. He was looking forward to this hunt. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |
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