Boneweary
12-03-2013, 06:50 PM
The art of taking lives was of no concern really to Chill, it was just another day, another life, and more over, something to eat. So she listened to the females plan, this would be easier than she thought, she wouldn't have to run interference and legs both at the same time, Chill nodded sharply as she lifted her haunches from the ground. Her hackles lifting at the thought of tasting blood in a few short minutes, she watched carefully as Aranya slide forward and she hunkered down and did the same, pressing her white fur into the snow as she closed the gap between the elk and them. Very well then, I'll push the sick one then. She answered quietly before slinking closer yet. Seconds ticked into minutes as Chill waited, her body rested on the snow until she saw the herd stag turn his head towards them and then away again and back into the sheet of snow. There. Her haunches propelled her forward rapidly, front legs stretching out as her claws caught traction onto the snow as she dove forward. Her right eye turned to Aranya hoping that she would split the herd as she moved into the front of the injuries elk, her teeth snapping at its right hind leg, the one that she saw the limp in, forcing it to teeter dangerously on its hooves and leap toward the area she was opening Aranya was at. And hope was all Chill really had, with the flurry of snow, hooves, antlers, and teeth, her own weapon for finding the other she wolf where her ears, and trying to pin her out in all this noise was quiet difficult for Chill. Not to mention since they weren't pack, they didn't have a set up established body language to clue each other in on what exactly what was going to happen an when. So a short growl was the only warning Aranya was going to get, hopefully the bigger wolf would be able to finish the job. Speech, |
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