Foxy the pirate
09-28-2020, 02:19 PM
Most of Bait’s kind hunted in the evening, and that was all well and good. Bait found keeping to a schedule boring as everything else in his breed’s stereotype. Bait had just recently found the sleeping spot of a possum. It hadn’t ben a quick kill as the little brute once awake put up a decent fight. However, Bait had made the first attack, and starting off with the other injured was a great way to win. Bait was standing over his kill now, yanking out the tasty meat, chewing it with great lavish. Every moment of life should be enjoyed, from lovely naps to romping hunts and of course taking up conversations with predators far larger than himself. Speaking of which, as Bait was chewing on a tasty portion of his meal he spotted a wolf. Bait had food in front of him, a wolf could steal his meal and perhaps it was some old instinct bred in that caused a desire to be possessive. Bait shoved that impulse aside with his desire for fun. Wow, good looker that wolf was. Bait moved around to be in front of his meal, taking note of the various spots to rude and hide if need be before speaking up. “The stars at night are humbled by your beauty, are they not?” Really, the wolves he met these days did keep striking especially brilliant looks. “Hello great wolf, what brings you out this way?” Speech:"Life is but a game " Think
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