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tethys
07-15-2024, 07:38 PM
In those next moments, it's as if the forest stills around them. Wilder's focus zones in on the group of deer, his chin nodding slightly in agreement to Tethys' offer for him to lead. His large paws slowly creep from their hiding spot. Every nerve along his body tensed and ready as he keeps a good distance from the meadow and its herd of grazing deer. It might surprise some that a wolf as large and thickly built as Wilder could be so silent, but this is what he had been made for. Hunting was his forte and he was now in his element.
Utilizing the soft bed of needles beneath him to muffle the sound of his approach, he continues to keep himself low to the ground. Not even the squirrels that snack in the nearby branches notice his mud and moss form sliding between brush and bark. His breathing slows, his heart rate an even pace as his lungs deliberately pull in air as deep as it can go before easing back out. One with the forest around him as it came to life before his very eyes. The way the grass rippled in the breeze, parts of it flattened by hooves and other parts ripped by grazing teeth. Light and shadow shifted as the sun carried across the sky, a sea of clouds moving the warmth for the deer even closer to their projected hiding place.
The rest of the forest doesn't mind the deer. As he watches, he notices that it welcomes them. Even as they shred the bushes, pulling berry and leaf right off of it, the plants seem to give way. As if they want the deer to take what they want. A circle of life that he doesn't quite understand, but he's the apex predator in the situation. All he cared for was how many pounds of meat they would be able to harvest. It's then that he notices the one they should hunt.
Vermillion gaze locks on a particular doe who is older, her muzzle grey and skin sagging from many years. She stands off to the side, mouth churning away at the grass as her tail swats away gnats and mosquitos. This one is different than the other older does. A baby does not stand at her side and the others don't seem as concerned for her safety. An easier target. Almost as if she's ready to complete her circle of life. Wilder wouldn't feel any remorse for taking this one. There were plenty of other deer for the herd to care and worry for.
A low chuff exits his nostrils as he pauses in the shadows, just on the other side of the tree line. Giving the herd a moment to settle after a few birds had taken to the sky, Wilder looks from the deer to Tethys and then back to the deer. His muzzle points to the older one that stands off to the side, an easier target compared to the others. "We go together. Get real close, real fast before we make noise. Let the others spook while we grab her," his voice comes out as a rumbling whisper as he settles into his haunches, setting up his muscles for what was to come next.
Just as the deer quieted and seemed unbothered by their surroundings, Wilder pushes off with as much speed and strength as he can. Like a bullet shooting from a gun, he darts straight for the older doe he had set his eyes on. Ears and eyes alert as he snaps at the other deer around her. Teeth clack together as he continues to push the doe as fast as she can go. If they tire her out for just a moment, taking her down would be all the easier.
"Wilder"
Utilizing the soft bed of needles beneath him to muffle the sound of his approach, he continues to keep himself low to the ground. Not even the squirrels that snack in the nearby branches notice his mud and moss form sliding between brush and bark. His breathing slows, his heart rate an even pace as his lungs deliberately pull in air as deep as it can go before easing back out. One with the forest around him as it came to life before his very eyes. The way the grass rippled in the breeze, parts of it flattened by hooves and other parts ripped by grazing teeth. Light and shadow shifted as the sun carried across the sky, a sea of clouds moving the warmth for the deer even closer to their projected hiding place.
The rest of the forest doesn't mind the deer. As he watches, he notices that it welcomes them. Even as they shred the bushes, pulling berry and leaf right off of it, the plants seem to give way. As if they want the deer to take what they want. A circle of life that he doesn't quite understand, but he's the apex predator in the situation. All he cared for was how many pounds of meat they would be able to harvest. It's then that he notices the one they should hunt.
Vermillion gaze locks on a particular doe who is older, her muzzle grey and skin sagging from many years. She stands off to the side, mouth churning away at the grass as her tail swats away gnats and mosquitos. This one is different than the other older does. A baby does not stand at her side and the others don't seem as concerned for her safety. An easier target. Almost as if she's ready to complete her circle of life. Wilder wouldn't feel any remorse for taking this one. There were plenty of other deer for the herd to care and worry for.
A low chuff exits his nostrils as he pauses in the shadows, just on the other side of the tree line. Giving the herd a moment to settle after a few birds had taken to the sky, Wilder looks from the deer to Tethys and then back to the deer. His muzzle points to the older one that stands off to the side, an easier target compared to the others. "We go together. Get real close, real fast before we make noise. Let the others spook while we grab her," his voice comes out as a rumbling whisper as he settles into his haunches, setting up his muscles for what was to come next.
Just as the deer quieted and seemed unbothered by their surroundings, Wilder pushes off with as much speed and strength as he can. Like a bullet shooting from a gun, he darts straight for the older doe he had set his eyes on. Ears and eyes alert as he snaps at the other deer around her. Teeth clack together as he continues to push the doe as fast as she can go. If they tire her out for just a moment, taking her down would be all the easier.
