Hunting with Mother

*Resin* · 06-29-2020, 04:24 PM

How could she deny Sirius when he sought her out above all others? The dire wolf had come to her early, though she was already awake, and asked if she would accompany him on a hunt. He wished to push himself. To challenge himself. Apparently Mortis regaling his father with tales of their hunt on the tundra had sparked something withing the giant man. And so, she agreed.

They set out early. Their big paws and long strides ate up the distance. Both had acquired unending stamina during all of their years of training and hard work so neither spoke out in complaint. She had to admit though, that her shoulder pinched on her downstep every now and again. It wasn't enough to make her stop, however. Resin would continue on. They both would, in comfortable silence.

The land changed as they cut through it, barely altering the land that they passed through. A temporary presence and nothing more. When they reached the edge of the tundra... Resin shot Sirius a glance with her lone, golden eye. Out on that tundra, she knew that the herd still resided. She could smell them from here and, more than once as they were making their way through the woods, she could hear them bleating and bellowing.

Inhaling deeply, the cool, crisp air filled the scarred fae's lungs. She closed her eye momentarily, centering herself and slipping into the role of huntress. Now was the time to kill. Whatever they managed to bring down, they would take back with them, but she was intent on filling her cold stomach with rich, hot meat. And soon.

Casting a glance towards Sirius, she silently asked if he was ready. Without another word, the woman slipped out into the blowing snow, the white powder eating up her form hungrily. She would quickly be lost from sight.

"Speech"

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