Disturbing the Peace
07-22-2015, 07:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-30-2015, 07:25 PM by Hárekr.)
And my lover on my mind.. Ahhhhh the Weeping Woods…. soo calm… sooo peaceful… but not for long. Hárekr gingerly picked his way across the mass of tangled roots. The sound of teeth on bone pierced the silence as the bi-colored male finished grinding the last bits of flesh from a squirrel skull. Dropping the remains between his front paws Háre eyed a space about 50 feet in front of him, a melon-sized, water-filled hole formed by the roots of a particularly large willow tree. Concentrating for a minute a wicked grin spread across his face before with a powerful kick Hárekr sent the squirrel head rolling violently across the terra, bouncing across roots until it landed with a satisfying splash in the hole. Score! Hole in one! GOOOAAAAALLLLLL! Hárekr let out a triumphant howl. Oh yes, he was good, he was oh so very good. Trotting to the hole Hárekr reached in and snatched the skull up before trotting 100 paces back. Time for round number two…. |