Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-17-2021, 09:48 PM
And there it was. There was the question that somehow seemed to darken even his midnight oil eyes. Was it a girl? Oh, but it was so much more than a girl. It was a story of violence, loyalty, oaths sworn and oaths broken—and hearts... hearts broken... Alastor's smile dropped from his face for the first time in days. How could he even begin to put what his life had been centered around for the last four years into words? They all seemed so inadequate to describe how enraptured he'd been and how foolishly he'd squandered his youth. "Yes..." he answered plainly, the mirth fading from his voice leaving no question to the outcome of that story.
Sera explained that she had come to Boreas for a change. Al nodded his head and hummed thoughtfully. Yes, that seemed to be a common trend in Boreas. It offered change, rejuvenation, revival... Here, wolves were free to redefine themselves, free of the shackles and strangleholds of their past lives. Perhaps that was what he needed most of all right now. "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for," he said and cast a sideways glance at the smaller fae, a rawness of emotion in his eyes from the memories dredged up in his heart.
The scent of the elk was getting stronger as they got closer to their quarry. "Smell them? It's getting stronger, they're probably only a few meters ahead," he whispered to Sera. "Keep your voice down and stay low. Try not to step on anything loud." Practicing what he preached, Alastor dropped to a lower crawl until his belly almost touched the snow. His black fur prevented him from any type of camouflage, but it was still better than standing at his full height. Creeping through the snow as quietly as possible, Alastor led the way downwind of their prey until he peeked the herd through the trees up ahead. He paused, motioning with a paw to his lips for Sera to stay quiet, then motioning with a flick of his head towards some underbrush.
Once he had snuck up behind the brush, Alastor peered through the branches and brambles at the small herd. There were a few decent sized elk, a couple younger ones too. All of them were scrounging through the snow for a scrap of food and hadn't noticed the wolves yet. Good. "Lesson one: plan ahead," he spoke barely above a whisper, turning to meet Sera's gaze. "Pick out your target, then we have to get it in a trap. Find an elk you like, then one of us will sneak around to attack the herd from the far side and herd them toward the other for the takedown." This would be Sera's learning opportunity, so he left the choices to her. "Would you like to be the herder or the trapper?"
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