At the end of the night it's going down
02-02-2014, 12:00 PM
Claws would unsheathe and dig into the earth as she struggled to drag the limp body of a full grown buck. She had stumbled upon the buck whilst coming around the wall earlier, and had been lucky enough to corner it and fight it on her own. Exhausted, bruised and beaten, she would drag her prize back to her king as it would surly make him proud. Little did she know that during this time the majority of her pack was in the battlefield. The challenge for Valhalla had been undetected due to the heat of the hunt. She would drop the buck's neck for a moment, allowing herself to catch her breath as she stood there panting. Suddenly, an odd scent would cause nostrils to quiver, and instinctively her head would turn towards it. It seemed as if something were on the other side of the wall just a few yards ahead. The charcoal vixen could not suppress her curiosity, so she would leave her kill for just a moment, reaching the wall in a few lengthy strides. She would come around the wall, and the moment cerulean gaze fell upon the blood and gore, she would freeze. Jaw would drop as she stared blankly at the man. She had never seen anything like this before. "Speech" |