Escaping Steak
01-29-2020, 02:23 AM
Muscles bunched tight as springs. Long legs tensed, preparing to break away at a moments notice. Asa had been watching the herd of deer for some time as they bent their necks to drink at the edge of the water. Pumpkin shaded eyes rested upon each one, gauging their strengths and weaknesses. It wasn't until he came to the second to last in the row that the man chose his target. An old injury set a doe's hind leg at an odd angle. He would be doing her a favor by putting her out of her misery. Compared to the others she was thinner; more lanky. That was perfectly fine. Asa was just one wolf and he didn't need too much to eat.
As silently as possible, the brute crept closer. Each step was carefully thought out before his paw touched earth. Crouched low in the taller grasses and shrubs that surrounded the lake, he aimed to remain unseen. It would have worked too, but a gods damned crow called him out with its raucous tones. The ungulates heads shot up and they were gone in an instant, the injured doe taking up the rear.
"Ugh..." Asa wrinkled his nose, flashing teeth at the black bird before flopping to the ground. He would follow the herd, but not just yet. Let them regain their false sense of security. That doe wasn't going anywhere fast. Laying on his side in the grass, the man's tail thumped rhythmically, akin to that of an irritated cat. The bastard bird was lucky that he couldn't fly.
A patch of sun settled upon Asa and sleepiness came with it. A leonine yawn parted his jaws and his long legs gave a stretch, toes splaying. He could do with a nap. The man was far from starving, so he could definitely wait until later to make his kill. Orange eyes drifted closed as his mind began to power down. The rhythmic thumping of his tail became more sporadic until it eventually ceased.
As silently as possible, the brute crept closer. Each step was carefully thought out before his paw touched earth. Crouched low in the taller grasses and shrubs that surrounded the lake, he aimed to remain unseen. It would have worked too, but a gods damned crow called him out with its raucous tones. The ungulates heads shot up and they were gone in an instant, the injured doe taking up the rear.
"Ugh..." Asa wrinkled his nose, flashing teeth at the black bird before flopping to the ground. He would follow the herd, but not just yet. Let them regain their false sense of security. That doe wasn't going anywhere fast. Laying on his side in the grass, the man's tail thumped rhythmically, akin to that of an irritated cat. The bastard bird was lucky that he couldn't fly.
A patch of sun settled upon Asa and sleepiness came with it. A leonine yawn parted his jaws and his long legs gave a stretch, toes splaying. He could do with a nap. The man was far from starving, so he could definitely wait until later to make his kill. Orange eyes drifted closed as his mind began to power down. The rhythmic thumping of his tail became more sporadic until it eventually ceased.