We'll go down in history
02-23-2015, 04:39 PM
He had gone out hunting, looking to bring dinner home to Ekko and Cohen. He moved silently, dusk settling in, grass tickling his belly. So far things had been quiet. His grandfather, nor Cat had come looking for him, which was a relief. But he was still constantly looking over his shoulder. Russet audits twitched, picking up the faint sounds that drifted up from the grasses. Summer had taken hold, heating the land to unpleasant temperatures. Thankfully it was cooler during this time of day, making hunting bearable. Verdant eyes scanned the area before him, searching for his families next meal.
But instead something else would catch his attention. Lips curled into a devilish grin, eyes darting back and forth as he searched for her. Rarely did he get any alone time with the mother of his child, the woman he loved, so he took every chance he could get. A low, rumbling growl would playfully leave his lips as he beckoned her closer, wherever she was hiding. His pace would slow as he navigated the grasses, growing impatient by the second. |