Sit with me by the fire
06-06-2015, 07:08 PM
The Titanic brute had the quite movements of a hunter down to an art, as he followed his prey from Algoma Prairie to Fern Gully. The young buck had to be in its first winter, with a proud set of antlers and a carefree gait as it stopped to dig beneath the ice for what was left of the grassy coverage below. It would be here that the Elementas would gain his chance to find cover closer to his prey, as he placed each paw carefully against the snow, his body lowered to the ground as he drew himself closer and closer. The buck had a good size to him and would go a good distance around the many mouths he had to feed. As he positioned himself and lowered his body further, preparing himself for the strike, the buck would hear a noise. Its head came upwards swiftly and it would look about itself, not yet alarmed. Gritting his teeth, Glacier hunkered down once again to re-wait for his chance to strike. |
