On The Mountain Path
01-13-2014, 01:09 PM
Hmm... Such a strange island he had come across. It wasn't like the typical view of an island that one might have. Mountains rose all around, encouraging the multitoned brute to travel further. Paws would lead Arwel forward, curious scents reaching his nose of different creatures. They were unfamiliar -- some that of prey and some that of other predators. He would look back down the path he came, past the jagged rocks, drops, and trees, flicking his tail with uncertainty. This would just be a temporary stop. He wished for a pack... not somewhere he could live as a loner. But grabbing a snack here before he moved on wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Despite the spring weather, the farther Arwel traveled up into the mountain island the colder it became. He would shiver slightly, ears perked forward as blue eyes scanned the terra ahead of him. Finding a set of tracks he would come to a pause, leaning down to sniff at them. They belonged to a rabbit... but they were old. A soft sigh would escape Arwel's maw. Perhaps finding a meal would not be so simple after all.
Arwel would let out a soft sigh, ears perking up at a sound. The brute would drop into a hunting crouch, creeping close to the bushes in front of him. What was within, he wondered? A curious sniff of the air would reveal nothing to the brute. He was downwind. Which meant...
He broke forward, but whatever had been in the bushes had taken notice of him first, taking off at high speed. After crashing through the undergrowth Arwel found himself alone. A frustrated sigh escaped the brute. Ah well... he had all day to hunt... and hunting was just the fun he got to experience before eating.
Despite the spring weather, the farther Arwel traveled up into the mountain island the colder it became. He would shiver slightly, ears perked forward as blue eyes scanned the terra ahead of him. Finding a set of tracks he would come to a pause, leaning down to sniff at them. They belonged to a rabbit... but they were old. A soft sigh would escape Arwel's maw. Perhaps finding a meal would not be so simple after all.
Arwel would let out a soft sigh, ears perking up at a sound. The brute would drop into a hunting crouch, creeping close to the bushes in front of him. What was within, he wondered? A curious sniff of the air would reveal nothing to the brute. He was downwind. Which meant...
He broke forward, but whatever had been in the bushes had taken notice of him first, taking off at high speed. After crashing through the undergrowth Arwel found himself alone. A frustrated sigh escaped the brute. Ah well... he had all day to hunt... and hunting was just the fun he got to experience before eating.