sweat, ache, hands shake
open medium prey
The dark wolf had followed an order of operations. She followed her prey at a languid pace. Auriga, truly, was in no real rush at all: she knew what she was capable of, and that meant that she felt... especially confident. Ahead, Auriga knew, was the target of her hunt-- a sheep, which had gotten in her way some distance back and now which labored, occasionally swinging its powerful head to look back at her. Auriga did not dare near it now, of course. She was merely one wolf, and though she was strong, she didn't want to risk a blow from those horns. Or the hooves. Pausing, Auriga tossed her head back and sent up a whooping cry. "I've a sheep here! Big horns, tired!" She sent the call along, and cocked her head, looking at the exhausted target before her. While she knew it was tired, Auriga also knew it would be suicidal to take the thing on alone, as it was. She huffed a breath into the cold air, grinding her paws against crackling rock. With luck, another wolf would show up, enticed by the possibility of a kill. Until then, she waited, at a stalemate with the sheep. Predator looked at prey, and both were stubborn-- one too stubborn to risk a deep wound, and another too stubborn to die. Part of Auriga appreciated the moment. The rest of her yearned to get her teeth into the sheep and end it, so she could harvest what she needed from it.
NOTES: hunting dall's sheep. |
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