The Steps of Hunting
12-08-2013, 06:24 PM
The icy she wolf was hidden under a tree, the ground hollowed out beneath it. Her pelt was hidden only by the dark the tree provided her. When she looked outside the opening of the space, the snow hid all but her nose which she would burry in a small drift.
The original intention of the old and long abandoned coyote den was to provide a place for her to rest for a few hours. Now she was hungry, and it provided a hiding place. A few scents drew near, a wolf a raccoon and a squirrel that hid within the branches high above her. The squirrel was too small and out of reach, so she would wait. The creature to draw too close to the entrance of her dark hiding place would become her dinner, be it wolf or raccoon.
She lay in the opening, as flat as she could make herself. Her thick fur hid the gold on the back of her neck and to assure it wouldn't show through she moved some snow over her back and neck. This not only hid her, but it masked her scent as well. Her ears lay flush with her head and her nose was buried in the snow. The only thing showing would have been her icy blue eyes, and even they were hidden as they were only slits.
Being a spy May knew this would work unless the wolf was a tracker, and even then the wolf would only have a twenty percent chance of finding her. She had a sense of pride in that as, she had never been caught and this was her seventh birth season.
An hour at the most passed before the masked fuzz ball came into view. Shortly after the wolf she had smelled appeared as well. It was only the small movement the lass made that May had spotted her. She was small, blended almost perfectly with the bark of the trees, and young...maybe three years old..maybe. Both would have been an easy kill, but the ring tail was closer.
The raccoon wondered within three feet of her. That's all she had needed yet she waited for it to walk by, leaving its back facing the tree. In the blink of an eye she shot out of her hiding place. In one leap she was on the fat thing, but he wouldn't go down without biting her right front paw after she had landed on him. With one snap of her jaws and jerk of her head she broke its back, with another its neck.
Blood stained the snowy fur on her front right paw and her face. Lifting her head with her kill crushed in her large jaws she tuned her body and her gaze on the small girl. Not only letting lass know that she had been found but that she was merely lucky that she hadn't become dinner instead.
The original intention of the old and long abandoned coyote den was to provide a place for her to rest for a few hours. Now she was hungry, and it provided a hiding place. A few scents drew near, a wolf a raccoon and a squirrel that hid within the branches high above her. The squirrel was too small and out of reach, so she would wait. The creature to draw too close to the entrance of her dark hiding place would become her dinner, be it wolf or raccoon.
She lay in the opening, as flat as she could make herself. Her thick fur hid the gold on the back of her neck and to assure it wouldn't show through she moved some snow over her back and neck. This not only hid her, but it masked her scent as well. Her ears lay flush with her head and her nose was buried in the snow. The only thing showing would have been her icy blue eyes, and even they were hidden as they were only slits.
Being a spy May knew this would work unless the wolf was a tracker, and even then the wolf would only have a twenty percent chance of finding her. She had a sense of pride in that as, she had never been caught and this was her seventh birth season.
An hour at the most passed before the masked fuzz ball came into view. Shortly after the wolf she had smelled appeared as well. It was only the small movement the lass made that May had spotted her. She was small, blended almost perfectly with the bark of the trees, and young...maybe three years old..maybe. Both would have been an easy kill, but the ring tail was closer.
The raccoon wondered within three feet of her. That's all she had needed yet she waited for it to walk by, leaving its back facing the tree. In the blink of an eye she shot out of her hiding place. In one leap she was on the fat thing, but he wouldn't go down without biting her right front paw after she had landed on him. With one snap of her jaws and jerk of her head she broke its back, with another its neck.
Blood stained the snowy fur on her front right paw and her face. Lifting her head with her kill crushed in her large jaws she tuned her body and her gaze on the small girl. Not only letting lass know that she had been found but that she was merely lucky that she hadn't become dinner instead.