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Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1130
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
04-17-2021, 11:13 PM


He was a little confused to find Sera popping back up from the other side of the brush when he shouted for her; how had she ended up on the ground over there? Did she get kicked during the herding? He'd have to make sure the elk paid dearly if that was the case. Despite his call for her help, Sera didn't immediately charge in. He wrestled with the stag for a moment longer, then glanced up to see why she was hesitating. It was only a second or two, but then Sera lunged forward and sunk her teeth into the elk's throat. Alastor heard the unmistakable sound of tearing flesh, felt the beast flail in his grasp as it choked out a dying bleat, and then fell still. It was done and their hunt had been successful.

Alastor only released the elk once he was sure all life had left the creature. He wriggled free of the carcass and got back to his paws, his black fur covered in snow from the snuffle, but was otherwise unharmed. He was breathing heavy, a light pant while he caught his breath, and examined the kill. It was clean and they hadn't done too much damage to the body beside the bites in the shoulder from when he took it down. It was a good kill land yielded a lot of meat for the two of them. He nodded with a slight smile between his panting; she had done well.

"Good work, Sera. That was a good kill," he said once he caught his breath enough to speak. Obsidian eyes moved from the carcass up to... He paused when he saw Sera barely standing on her own four feet a short distance away, staring away with a petrified look on her face. His brow knitted together and he took a couple steps closer to the shaken fae. "Sera, are you hurt? Did it hit you?" He couldn't see any signs of wounds on her from where he was standing, but something about the way she was suddenly so on edge told him that something was wrong and that he probably shouldn't get any closer to her. "Are you okay?" Fear wasn't a foreign concept to the dark man. He could recognize its telltale signs.

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