Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 15:35:04 GMT -5
The game trail had gone cold, and the early morning hour sent a chill up the female’s spine. Hunting alone was not as productive as Datura had hoped. She was once a star hunter in her former pack, dead nearly a year. Even as an adolescent, she had managed to keep herself alive, but now... The game had changed, and Datura was still learning the new rules that accompanied the new home she had unintentionally adopted as her own. The tempting scent of the caribou she had been stalking vanished into nothingness after leading the fae south through a lush valley, closer to an imposing range of tall peaks that she had no desire to climb.
Her prey’s scent was replaced by the stink of a pack, with many distinct lupine smells still lingering in the air. Jaws clenched tightly as her amber eyes scanned the vicinity for any sign of the pack that claimed it as their own. The foothills were lush with spring growth, and wildflowers painted the area with spectacular shades of yellow, orange, crimson, violet. But Datura was not there to admire the scenery. She had set out for a solo hunting excursion, but hunting was proving to be challenge in Anikira. It had been disheartening to learn that there were indeed other wolves and lots of them – kindly packs with benevolent alphas, fierce packs led by savage leaders. She knew she had to be careful where she traveled, as one wrong step could easily lead her into hostile lands. She was still regaining her strength after the long journey that had taken her to the beach, to this strange place filled with wolves, but scant prey.
The fae’s coat glowed a warm auburn shade in the sunlight as she emerged from the shade of the oaks that lined the foothills of the Kinath. If these lands were indeed claimed, as she suspected, she was trespassing, but she was growing too famished to care. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be there, but that fact only made the prospect of continuing that much more interesting to Datura. If she was caught, then she would simply feign innocence. Then, an unmistakable scent caught her attention – it was a wolf, and a male. Instinctively, the she-wolf lowered closer to the ground, trying to make herself look scarce in the tall grass that surrounded her, hoping to avoid detection.
Her prey’s scent was replaced by the stink of a pack, with many distinct lupine smells still lingering in the air. Jaws clenched tightly as her amber eyes scanned the vicinity for any sign of the pack that claimed it as their own. The foothills were lush with spring growth, and wildflowers painted the area with spectacular shades of yellow, orange, crimson, violet. But Datura was not there to admire the scenery. She had set out for a solo hunting excursion, but hunting was proving to be challenge in Anikira. It had been disheartening to learn that there were indeed other wolves and lots of them – kindly packs with benevolent alphas, fierce packs led by savage leaders. She knew she had to be careful where she traveled, as one wrong step could easily lead her into hostile lands. She was still regaining her strength after the long journey that had taken her to the beach, to this strange place filled with wolves, but scant prey.
The fae’s coat glowed a warm auburn shade in the sunlight as she emerged from the shade of the oaks that lined the foothills of the Kinath. If these lands were indeed claimed, as she suspected, she was trespassing, but she was growing too famished to care. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be there, but that fact only made the prospect of continuing that much more interesting to Datura. If she was caught, then she would simply feign innocence. Then, an unmistakable scent caught her attention – it was a wolf, and a male. Instinctively, the she-wolf lowered closer to the ground, trying to make herself look scarce in the tall grass that surrounded her, hoping to avoid detection.
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