Hunting with Mother
Resin
06-29-2020, 04:54 PM
Moving out over the tundra, her vision was obscured. It was no matter. Both wolves knew where the herd lay. They had seen their location before the snow began to fall. It was as if the heavens had opened just to spite them. Well... the wolves of the Armada would show them. Just as he heard her own, Resin heard the heavy paw falls of Sirius as he carried along beside her. When he touched her paw and motioned her to the left side, she went willingly. It was the side that she would take anyway, considering her left eye was gone. She always approached prey with her right eye facing them if she could help it. The position of the herd was oddly familiar. There were fat bucks sitting at the back just as they had been when she and Mort had been here hunting. Resin wondered if that's just where they stuck the fattest males in a caribou herd. Maybe that was just their natural hierarchy. Either way, it worked out for the predators hunting them. One big, fat buck lowered its nose to the ground, one hoof having broken through the layer of permafrost so that it could reach the browned grass beneath. This was their opportunity. Throwing her weight into her paws, the huntress rushed forward. Just then, the blizzard seemed to take a breath and the entire herd was visible. That also meant that she and Sirius were visible. No matter. Her pace didn't slow as the herd began to scatter. Her eye was on her prey and she would have it. The fat buck finally realized that his herd was leaving him and raced to catch up, but he was far behind. Very close to those that wished to eat him. Leaping forward, Resin bit into the rump of the caribou, leaving him bloodied. No matter if he outran them now, the wounds wound bring him to his knees with time. "Speech"
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