ROAR, Fear the beast
04-23-2014, 02:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-23-2014, 02:09 PM by Crucifix.)
No rest for the wicked, or so it was said. Certainly no rest for the Crucifix with the way his night and day had gone so far. The young wolf beside him, for indeed she seemed to be still within her pup years despite her explorations into rogue lands (or perhaps she was indeed a rogue) seemed unfazed with their adventures so far if her light laughter was anything to go by. Despite himself, he was amused to see her laughter to his follies and her easy nature that allowed her to agree to a walk with him. They would head off, the positioning of the squirrel deciding their direction as the moved directly opposite and away from where it had decided to perch. The day was warm and sunny, a light bit of bright to make up for his rude awakening, and he could hear the sounds of creatures as they foraged and moved about in search of food and a good place to see the day. It was those sounds really that reminded him of his empty stomach, and naturally the second his thoughts went there his stomach would grumble with the thought of food. It the sounds of scrabbling in the tree tops about him added to the sound of his stomach he said nothing, did not even cast a glance to confirm his suspicions ? besides he had an idea that the damn creature was to clever to come within height reach of his claws. ?Up for a hunt?? he was ask his morning companion, already casting his nose to the air in search of possible scents. When the one of rabbits came to him he would nod his head to the right and veer to the side. He had a feeling there would be rabbit holes ahead, with the strength of the scent. In a few moments his thoughts would be confirmed, as the play-place of rabbits was discovered before them. He would crouch against the grass, casting a glance to Anais to see if she was preparing herself for a hunt. "Speech" |
