Like I'm Fighting for Truce in Babylon
10-14-2014, 10:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2014, 10:13 AM by Valeriya.)
OOC: Set perhaps a week after their arrival? Ivory flashed, and with a startled squawk Valeriya would pull her fourth fowl from the reeds surrounding the lake's edge. The poor beasts were so exhausted form their migration this hunt felt like she was breaking some sort of rule. Too bad you're so tasty, she thought towards the fluffy little bastards. Her catch gave it's last futile twitches before she shook her head sharply, snapping its neck. At last the avian fell still. It was just a ruddy duck, not too large, but enough. She had a mind to bring a bird to the dens of those she didn't get to speak to all that often, to catch up. Certain members of the pack always seemed to be around, but there were others yet that preferred the borderlands. Val moved to place the bird on her growing pile farther up the bank, and sat down beside them for a short rest. It was easier than tracking and chasing and killing of course, but she'd been at it for the better part of the morning. The noon sun shone cold and weak over the lake, their air brisk and lacking warmth. That morning a thin lace-like film had covered the water's edge, and three nights ago it had snowed ever so lightly just as the sun was setting. She was glad to have her siblings arrival coincide with the harvest, knowing the extra paws would be a great help in preparing for the season's turning. The sky was littered with puffy clouds, and she wondered if it might start to snow again. The wind smelled of it, but she couldn't always be sure this far south. The leaves around her were a blaze of color, and Val watched as the wind seemed to set the forest around her ablaze. |