Devil May Cry
12-05-2013, 06:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2013, 06:43 PM by Azalea.)
Flurries of fat white flakes fell over Valhalla. Azalea walked through the snow, drifts easily brushing her belly. Breath was visible in the air. Her near white coat lent her camouflage this time of year and for that she was grateful. A hare nibbled the fronds of a half frozen fern that had narrowly avoided being gobbled up by a drift. Ears pressed forward before going back, her body lowering and her pace slowly. Each step came carefully. She hardly took a breath now. Her toes gripped the earth to give her better leverage as she pushed off, springing forward. The hare broke into a startled sprint, scrambling around to run right in front of Azalea. She gave chase, tongue lolling to one side of her mouth. She was ravenous and not about to let it get away. They zagged through the undergrowth and around heavy and fallen limbs. The hare ended up trapping itself, darting for an open tree trunk only for the hole to be much shallower than expected. A triumphant growl was all that was given as Azalea sunk her fangs into it killing it swiftly. She carried her prize back toward her new den. It was located on a hill, deep in Valhallan territory. Most others denned in the caves near the heart of the territory. Being underground had always made Azalea uneasy but her instinct to nest had outweighed her fears, plus the location was perfect by all standards. Water supply, high ground, secluded. She felt at peace here. Dropping the blood soaked hare near the stream she lapped at the frozen surface. A water source was only good until it froze completely and hers had. Her stomach rippled, it had been doing so for hours. Mild strokes of pain. Now they were beginning to come stronger. Honestly she knew very little about giving birth, she had preferred it that way. Nose turned up at her fresh meal, instead opting to go lie down for a while. Perhaps she would feel better after a nap? |
