Absit Omen
01-25-2014, 08:25 PM
Coveting eyes peered over the shoulder of a deceased elk. For quite some distance he'd scented the carcass and upon finding it the brute's stomach had insisted on a much closer inspection. There was however, one catch: all around the body and well away from it was the scent of the killer. In the end he'd decided to chance it. Hunger was a merciless motivator.
Having walked a wide circle around the elk as a precaution, Angel then chose the angle that offered the most cover, not that there was a whole lot of that. From there he slowly slithered the rest of the way. Now the young brute lay hunched behind the elk, carefully peering over it to make sure the coast was clear. If it was, he'd snatch a leg or something and run as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
The young wolf had spent the better part of the last few weeks doing nothing but running and thieving. He hadn't yet figured out why he was running as opposed to simple strolling since he had no destination in mind, but he had a reason for stealing, more than one actually: he liked it. That was the big one, and also because he wasn't the best of hunters. No one had really gone out of their way to teach him in his old pack and except for a few small game hunts with his parents, most of what he knew about hunting he'd learned on his own. So thieving it was. And really, it wasn't that big of a deal, kills were stolen all the time. So long as he avoided pack kills, he should be fine, right?
When no danger presented itself, Angelus set about carving out a meal.
Having walked a wide circle around the elk as a precaution, Angel then chose the angle that offered the most cover, not that there was a whole lot of that. From there he slowly slithered the rest of the way. Now the young brute lay hunched behind the elk, carefully peering over it to make sure the coast was clear. If it was, he'd snatch a leg or something and run as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
The young wolf had spent the better part of the last few weeks doing nothing but running and thieving. He hadn't yet figured out why he was running as opposed to simple strolling since he had no destination in mind, but he had a reason for stealing, more than one actually: he liked it. That was the big one, and also because he wasn't the best of hunters. No one had really gone out of their way to teach him in his old pack and except for a few small game hunts with his parents, most of what he knew about hunting he'd learned on his own. So thieving it was. And really, it wasn't that big of a deal, kills were stolen all the time. So long as he avoided pack kills, he should be fine, right?
When no danger presented itself, Angelus set about carving out a meal.
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