interruptions [vriska]

The bitter cold tore at his lungs as he panted, bursts of white breath trailing from his mouth. It was in sight, the little rabbit he'd been pursuing. Its brown fur gave it little camouflage in the snow, making one part of the hunt easier. Tyberius was beginning to tire, his remaining hind leg's muscles screaming in protest. He couldn't help but snarl at the rabbit for causing him so much pain.



This was more difficult than he remembered. Much more difficult. He gave a low growl. It was almost more than he could handle to admit to himself that maybe he couldn't hunt as well as he could with four legs. Tiresias had done the hunting since misfortune struck, not leaving room for fate to intervene yet again. Instead of feeling fortunate that he had a brother willing to fight for him, Tyberius felt cheated. Maybe if he'd had the chance to re-learn how to hunt, maybe if he'd fought harder to do so, maybe... maybe... The possibilities were endless but what he couldn't completely grasp was the fact that there was no time to change it now.



It's just a rabbit, a measly one at that. If it slips through my teeth... The rabbit cut left, perhaps hoping to lose the blood-thirsty predator close at its heels. Tyberius snapped at the rabbit's hindquarters, his teeth clicking together on nothing but snowflakes and air. Angry now, he leaped forward, bringing his front paws down on his prey. His teeth found the warm meat they had been looking for and he eagerly tore into it as he lay on his stomach.



As he finished his meal, he stood up, a grin on his face. He'd done what he'd meant to do, and he'd succeeded at capturing his first meal as a cripple. Granted, the rabbit was a bit on the scrawny side, but he'd caught it himself. Guess I didn't need you at all, Brother, he thought triumphantly, not letting himself think of the fact that he'd almost missed the rabbit. Or of the fact that he'd nearly gone hungry due to his physical limitations.



The wind changed directions, bringing with it the scent of another wolf. It was faint, but he was certain that the wolf was somewhere nearby. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, his breathing finally back to normal. "What do you want?" The question was blunt, and why shouldn't it be? He knew that the chances of the wolf being an alpha were slim, and even if it was, he wasn't exactly all that bothered with being polite. Respect was something his own alpha demanded from him and he gave most unwillingly. He'd never give it to any other wolf, that was something he knew for a fact.