Lunch time!
11-08-2013, 04:28 PM
Loki crouched on the edge of the beach, watching patiently as the tide crept slowly outward. Inwardly he congratulated himself for his genius; his former pack would not have in a trillion turnings of the season considered hunting this way. Oh no, they were more the "chasing down a full grown bull buffalo and showing your strength and maleness" sort. Feh. Well good riddance to them anyway. He was sure they were doing sooo well under the leadership of good ol' uncle Dim-brain now that Hati had taken care of the problem of Daddy Dearest. He much preferred his own way.
Ah, and there we go. The tide had gone out a more comfortable distance from the cave he had been watching, far enough for him to go down into it.
The fluffy wolf stood and stretched. Not a moment too soon, his left hind leg was starting to cramp up from being in the same position so long, not to mention the fact that his stomach was snarling at him like a rabid bobcat. Tail held at a jaunty angle, he sauntered with complete confidence into the cave.
As he had expected, the retreating tide had stranded several large fish in a shallow pool near the back. Loki sighed happily. Yes, he was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Too bad there was no one to around to marvel at his genius. That was ok. He and his stomach would marvel at it themselves.
Loki was dexterous, but he was hardly an expert fisher. The only water sources in his own pack's territory were either too shallow to support a population of fish, or too dangerous to get to, for him to have gotten any real experience at it. He'd once climbed down into a canyon to the raging river at the bottom and after hours of attempting he'd caught a salmon, just to show off. His father had been far from impressed; he'd been chewed the young Loki out and confined him to the den with the pups.
Well, who cared about him anyway. Loki didn't have to be expert to catch the fish in this cave. With the sun high in the sky, the interior was brightly lit enough that it was easy to see the fish, and there was nowhere for them to go. It was like taking meat from a little puppy - easy as anything. In no time flat he'd eaten his fill and stretched out on a somewhat-dry surface to digest and enjoy the cavern. Ah, the life of a rogue was fantastic.
Ah, and there we go. The tide had gone out a more comfortable distance from the cave he had been watching, far enough for him to go down into it.
The fluffy wolf stood and stretched. Not a moment too soon, his left hind leg was starting to cramp up from being in the same position so long, not to mention the fact that his stomach was snarling at him like a rabid bobcat. Tail held at a jaunty angle, he sauntered with complete confidence into the cave.
As he had expected, the retreating tide had stranded several large fish in a shallow pool near the back. Loki sighed happily. Yes, he was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Too bad there was no one to around to marvel at his genius. That was ok. He and his stomach would marvel at it themselves.
Loki was dexterous, but he was hardly an expert fisher. The only water sources in his own pack's territory were either too shallow to support a population of fish, or too dangerous to get to, for him to have gotten any real experience at it. He'd once climbed down into a canyon to the raging river at the bottom and after hours of attempting he'd caught a salmon, just to show off. His father had been far from impressed; he'd been chewed the young Loki out and confined him to the den with the pups.
Well, who cared about him anyway. Loki didn't have to be expert to catch the fish in this cave. With the sun high in the sky, the interior was brightly lit enough that it was easy to see the fish, and there was nowhere for them to go. It was like taking meat from a little puppy - easy as anything. In no time flat he'd eaten his fill and stretched out on a somewhat-dry surface to digest and enjoy the cavern. Ah, the life of a rogue was fantastic.