Hunting with Grandma
Seasonal
Mortis
Lieutenant
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
28
28
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
06-29-2020, 05:29 PM
“Yes Grammy” he said obediently, following after her. Trepidation and excitement warring in his breast. He was excited for the challenge, and a little intimidated by everything that was going on around him. As she had warned, his sense of sight was useless. His sense of smell wasn’t much better off. The way the wind tore through everything, tossing in circles, he struggled to know where anything came from. Resin seemed to know where she was going, and what she was doing, however. He followed closely to her, almost walking into her rump more than once, and using her as a wind-breaker when his eyes and nose were chilled and whipped by the wind. He offered no complaints, despite how his nose and pads hurt. He knew he had to prove himself, and he was willing to give it his best. His grandmother looked to him, and then the herd she had brought them close to, and then she was running. He ran after her, a few paces behind. The older wolf took down the plump deer, and he knew his part. As she held the struggling, screaming, thrashing creature, he ran to its head. Avoiding the flailing hoofs, the young boy struck like a snake, aiming for its neck. His elongated fangs ripped across its throat, andit thrashed for a few moments longer. Not realising yet that it was dead, and then it fell still. |
