ardent

Troublemaker



Azalea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
85
size
Medium
build
posts
444
player
06-18-2013, 07:32 AM




?A hunting mission? At this hour?? He asked her. She shrugged. "There are plenty of nocturnal animals that I should like to eat." She said quietly and lazily. ?Perhaps we should? Head back.? For a moment she was too far gone to realize the alarm in Sarak's tone. "Raccoon, possum, beaver, deer, and ugh now I'm hungry again." She sat up, blinding her eyes repeatedly to try and remove the sleep from them.

On one paw she wanted nothing more than to rest but on the other she wanted to find herself a night time snack. Anything would suffice.

Sarak had gotten up from his seated position, Azalea's eyes trailing from his paws up to his face. "Stop looking at me." She complained, a bit annoyed by the wide eyes look his was giving her. What was wrong with a little sleep? Did he think shadow ninjas were going to swoop in and attack them? She snorted. If that happened she would fight them all off single pawed.

This seemed to give her more energy and she jumped to her feet now, albeit a bit wobbly when she did. She walked over to Sarak, lifting a paw high to bat at his face. "Calm down," she said, turning away without another word to stalk into the undergrowth. Her stomach rumbled as she listened intently for the sound of prey. In winter the nights were still and masking her steps was not hard with the snow to muffle each step.

Prey was also a challenge to hear. The sound of falling snow reverberated through the forest. It was after one that she stopped, head lowering and eyes closing. She focused all her attention on listening to what she was sure she had heard in shadow of the falling snow.

Something munched away not too far from where she was. She moved toward it, catching a glimpse as she got closer. A hare. Her mouth watered. Making her move she launched after the hare, who for a moment didn't hear her coming. As a low hanging branch scrapped across her back, snow flying everywhere, the hare hardly even turned to look at her. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller until she tackled the rabbit to the ground, teeth wrapping around its head to snap its neck.

A successful hunt. It she hadn't been so hungry, and had there not been snow on the ground, then she doubted she would have caught it.

She let the hare fall into the snow, which was thicker here, and looked around. Where had Sarak gone? Everything looked the same here, where ever she was. The branches all sat low on the trees here, killing the visibility. "Sarak!" She called out, worry coloring her suddenly delicate voice.





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