Meal Ticket
01-15-2014, 08:33 PM
Perfectly fasioned muzzle would swivel as delicate nose would catch the scent of an old kill. Twig had been so focused upon searching for the family she so dearly missed her hunting had been slacking. Now that she had become hungry the prospect of actually taking on a hunt was quite daunting. Of course she always had the option of adorning the natural materials around her, but an easy way out was always an option in her book. As she followed the scent's tantalizing trail she realized that she was not the only to have found out about the prize. She would take in not only the scent of a long dead animal, but that of a wolf that would have passed not but moments before. Twig was at peace in the forest, she felt at one with it's heart. She could sneak through a daisy field and not crush a single petal. She knew how to sneak through the woods. So she would draw near the carcass, though near had to be considered a loose term. Her Lavender gaze would be able to catch slight bits of color, what looked to be a deer and the form of a dark wolf. She would take in this information from the small gaps between the trees and continue her treck. She was not as cautious on her approach having obtained a bit of visual contact, but the marked woman would keep her wits about her. There could very well have been others stalking the carcass. Her slate colored legs would bring for forward to the midnight wolf, her stature was one of confidence. Pale crown pulled to her full height, royal colored eyes at attention along with swiveling audits. She would leave her silky tail lay where it would nearly kiss the leaf covered floor. This was not her kill, but by the scent of the doe it was not his either. There was plenty to go around, she just hated asking. True to her nature she would say nothing but simply lower herself slowly to the ground, her ears would follow suit. With out a word the girl would attempt to dig into the other side of the animal. Speech, |