No den??
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04-18-2020, 02:41 PM
H E S T E R
She took a step forward ready to pounce on the other predator, but Mortis beat her there, ripping into the coyote with wild abandon. It was moments before the creature was dead, and Hester nodded with a grin on her maw. "Yes, it seems we did." She cast a glance over their surroundings, but there seemed to be no other coyotes near. Satisfied that she'd neither heard nor seen anything, Hester bent to grab the one she'd killed. "Come, little warrior. We mustn't leave them on the pack lands. Let your kill stay on the borders to warn the others away." It was an echo of what she'd said earlier; with that, she dragged her dead coyote the few feet to Armada's borders, tossing the body over with some effort. She would wait for Mortis to do the same before she turned to walk towards the inlet that allowed water to enter the land.
The was a slight limp to her stride, and it would likely become worse if she didn't see a healer sooner rather than later. That could likely wait until morning as every wolf seemed to be asleep or spending their time elsewhere. She knelt to drink from the water, washing the taste of blood from her lips; the wound was at too awkward and angle for Hester to give it and initial clean so she stepped into the frigid water, rolling until she felt enough of the water had made it into the wound before standing up and shaking her fur.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
She took a step forward ready to pounce on the other predator, but Mortis beat her there, ripping into the coyote with wild abandon. It was moments before the creature was dead, and Hester nodded with a grin on her maw. "Yes, it seems we did." She cast a glance over their surroundings, but there seemed to be no other coyotes near. Satisfied that she'd neither heard nor seen anything, Hester bent to grab the one she'd killed. "Come, little warrior. We mustn't leave them on the pack lands. Let your kill stay on the borders to warn the others away." It was an echo of what she'd said earlier; with that, she dragged her dead coyote the few feet to Armada's borders, tossing the body over with some effort. She would wait for Mortis to do the same before she turned to walk towards the inlet that allowed water to enter the land.
The was a slight limp to her stride, and it would likely become worse if she didn't see a healer sooner rather than later. That could likely wait until morning as every wolf seemed to be asleep or spending their time elsewhere. She knelt to drink from the water, washing the taste of blood from her lips; the wound was at too awkward and angle for Hester to give it and initial clean so she stepped into the frigid water, rolling until she felt enough of the water had made it into the wound before standing up and shaking her fur.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.