A tall wolf quickly ran across the Chamoru Plains. His black mane flowed through the air as he did so. The mane wolf continued to race until he came to a herd of bison. If he were a stronger wolf, he could take one down by himself. Yet, the wolf was a loner and instead chose to simply watch the herd. His silver eyes studied the bison as his tongue hung out of his mouth while he panted heavily, only to close his mouth in order to sniff the air. 'No pack scents' the wolf confirmed as he began walking across the plains, more at ease than before checking the air. 'This seems like a good place as any to live' he concluded, taking in the many herds that were scattered on the plains. With lithe legs, the maned wolf trekked across the land, becoming more familiar with the area. 'Not, bad Adolfo, not bad at all' he thought as the wolf laid himself down in a patch of shade, keeping his head upright for a while before rolling over to his side and letting out a loud huff of a sigh. It had been a while since Adolfo was apart of a pack and he didn't mind being a loner at all. Despite not being able to hunt too large prey, it was more peaceful to be on his own. No gossip or fights breaking out, nobody to tell him what to do. However, being a loner wasn't easy. There were many times he found there were no small prey to hunt even when surrounded by herds. Loneliness was also an unwelcome companion that followed him everywhere he went and only worsened when watching a group of wolves from afar. He knew what being a loner meant and how a loner lived, but he didn't know how hard it would be. But there was no going back now.
Count | 331 words Muse | It kept trying to run away Tags | Adolfo Notes | N/A
Last Edit: Jun 15, 2013 22:36:53 GMT -5 by Deleted
Elasha was on the move. The dark wolf was hungry, it had been a few days since she last hunted. The pain in her ribcage from her tumble in the Kinath Mountains had nearly faded away, and although she'd been hunting a few small animals, there was a growl in her belly that made her feel like she wanted more. It was a rare occasion when she could bring down a large animal; the curse of being a loner meant that she couldn't hunt whatever she wanted all the time. She had killed a deer by herself before, but it had been old and lame, and even then it had put up a fight, kicking and struggling beneath her weight as she tried to slash its throat. There was enough meat to keep her going for three days, and possibly longer, if it hadn't spoiled before she could finish it. She could not forget the experience so easily, nor the rangy flavour of the meat, and she found herself wishing that she could have more meat than she could handle once again. Her body craved the healing of a larger animal's flesh, but she wasn't likely to get any unless she could find another old, sick animal. And unless she dared to try and take it down. She would freely admit, she was a cautious hunter. A hard lesson she'd learnt was that prey could very often wound you, even though you were the one with the teeth and claws. Deer can kick with thousands of pounds of force. Bucks can ram you with their antlers. Bison are flipping gigantic, and they also have horns! Large prey can be so dangerous, and the last thing that Elasha wanted was to let her appetite get away from her and try to hunt something she wasn't capable of bringing down. Even an older, weaker animal will find hidden reserves of strength as it fights to cling on to life. If she had someone to help her, maybe she could consider hunting something bigger, but she hadn't had someone to watch her back in years, and she did not expect it to happen soon.
As if to underline her wishful thoughts, a herd of bison appeared on the horizon. Elasha stood still and watched them for a while, searching for someone old or lame, but thinking all the same that she wouldn't dare hunt even if she found one. She was not desperate enough to risk injury, or her life simply for the sake of filling her belly with lots of meat at once. With one last wistful glance at the herd, she continued onwards, keeping her ears and eyes alert for anything she could kill. There were many mouse-holes in this area of the plains, but she would need to kill at least two to get a proper meal. Meerkats could be found in a drier section of the Chamorou Plains, but she was far away from that area, and didn't feel like trekking all the way there in hopes of a meal. There were no guarantees she would kill one anyway. Occasionally snakes could be found coiled beneath rocks for shade. Hmm, a snake might be good. There wasn't a lot of meat on them, but they had long bodies that were fun to pick clean, and by the time you were finished with one, you had often forgotten that you weren't full.
The wind shifted, bringing the scent of a strange wolf with it. Elasha picked up her head and brought her ears forward, her eyes finding the resting form of ... the strangest wolf she'd ever seen? He was lanky and bay in appearance, with a distinctive ruff of fur on the back of his neck. He was laying down, but Elasha eyed his long legs and wondered how tall he would be when he stood up. Was he friendly? Maybe he was in the mood for company. She was starved of social interaction and often wished for someone to talk to. And besides, he must have noticed her by now. It would be rude to pass him by and not say hello. Mind made up, Elasha approached the strange wolf warily, watching him for any signs of defensiveness or not wanting her to be there. She came to a stop with about five feet of space between them, not wanting to crowd him and giving her enough room to run if need be. "Hello there," she called towards him, triangular ears forward and curious. "Would you mind some company on this warm day?"
The maned wolf let out another content sigh, the shade felt good on such a warm day, he even thought about rolling on his back to rest. No one was around and there was no threat of being attacked by another wolf, there wasn't really anyone around after all. It was relatively quiet, not counting the bellowing of the bison herd, the scratching of burrowing mice underground, or the sound of paws crushing the grass under them that grew louder with every step. Adolfo's eyes opened and quickly rolled back onto his paws. He didn't know whoever was approaching him was a wolf that staked claim to the plains or another predator higher on the food chain than himself. The loner's mane stood on end until he saw a dark she-wolf making her way to him and relaxed somewhat. She looked curious, most wolves that had never seen his kind before were. He remembered a pup that tried not to laugh at his rather large ears. Adolfo waited until the other wolf stopped her tracks, leaving some space between them but close enough so that they may converse with one another without having to howl at each other. Not that Adolfo could howl. The maned wolf looked down at the timber wolf before him, she looked rather odd to Adolfo as well. Yes, he had seen many different kinds of wolves on the island before but none so thin. She must be hungry. The loner pulled his ears forward as he listened to the other. This wolf sounded sweet to him, perhaps even trustworthy. Though time would only answer that question of his. Still, he hoped he would see her more in order to find the answer. "Greetings fellow traveler" Adolfo replied, sitting back down on the grass, relaxing once more "No, I would not, this day would be wasted to spend it alone"
Count | 319 words Muse | Better than before Tags | Adolfo and Elasha Notes | N/A
