Post by najira on Feb 20, 2012 2:53:35 GMT -5
With the first rays of light that signalled the breaking of dawn, the sun's bright presence, increasing with each passing minute drove the curtain of darkness of the night away to expose the stunning array of a white blanket of snow that reached as far as the eye could see. Last night's downfall had felt heavy to Najira, who, having been dismissed with no more than a warning that Sunday prior and with which she readily accepted, braced the cold of the Winter and slept without the protection of a den or shelter in which her exhausted state had neither made or found last night.
She had ran and ran for what seemed like a long time, as far as she could to rid herself from the forest and the disapproving wolf, until she was too exhausted to go on.
And so, from beneath the thick layer of snow, untouched and glistening, a being stirred from its slumber.
Nose burrowing out of the white mass with inquisitive sniffing, the snow above separated to uncover the white Arctic, taking a few steps out from where she lay with a shake of her body to rid herself of most of the ice from her glossy, white coat.
Her sensitive sense of smell had caught the scent of a couple of rabbits somewhere in the South Easterly direction and not far from where she was. Missing a chance of a meal again for the fifth day in the row had her ravenous, and she wasn't going to pass up this chance.
It wasn't as though she was wound up empty handed each time she went to hunt, she was actually quite efficient when it came to hunting. She needed to be for the survival of her former pack, but food had been scarce this Winter, and she didn't seem herself well enough to venture South into territories she did not know.
However, the knowledge of yesterday's consequences from her idiocy made her hesitate.
She supposed catching such small a prey wouldn't cause a problem to the pack that claimed these lands, but should she risk it? If she called out to announce them of her presence, then they wouldn't be as aggravated, however, drawing attention to herself wasn't something that she was fond of. Especially in her weaker state.
Never the less, Najira was too hungry to think clearly at this very moment, and with a kick of her heel, the femme was off, following the scent with renewed integrity and determination that she was going to succeed. If she was to be in trouble for this, then so be it. As soon as she had some sustainance, she would swallow up her fear of the unknown and venture downwards into the Eastern Territories--in a place where she was away from the pack she had humiliated herself with, and to a place where such a lone wolf could run free.
All of this aside, Najira, with almost violent determination gave chase to the pair of rabbits, able to keep up and soon override the prey within a few short minutes.
With a smile that added to her already curled lips, the Arctic clamped her jaws tightly around the legs of one of the rabbits and brought it to a stop with a rehearsed tumble, ridding the chances of it getting away from it's damaged limbs and holding it steady with two paws long enough for her to snap it's neck.
Feeling both triumphant and grateful for her succession, Najira let out a loud, pure howl, signalling both her location to the wolves and of her happiness at the catch. She was too high on adrenaline and the feeling of accomplishment to think of what her howl made lead too, her thoughts preoccupied by the blood that she tasted on her lips as she began to feed on her prize.
She had ran and ran for what seemed like a long time, as far as she could to rid herself from the forest and the disapproving wolf, until she was too exhausted to go on.
And so, from beneath the thick layer of snow, untouched and glistening, a being stirred from its slumber.
Nose burrowing out of the white mass with inquisitive sniffing, the snow above separated to uncover the white Arctic, taking a few steps out from where she lay with a shake of her body to rid herself of most of the ice from her glossy, white coat.
Her sensitive sense of smell had caught the scent of a couple of rabbits somewhere in the South Easterly direction and not far from where she was. Missing a chance of a meal again for the fifth day in the row had her ravenous, and she wasn't going to pass up this chance.
It wasn't as though she was wound up empty handed each time she went to hunt, she was actually quite efficient when it came to hunting. She needed to be for the survival of her former pack, but food had been scarce this Winter, and she didn't seem herself well enough to venture South into territories she did not know.
However, the knowledge of yesterday's consequences from her idiocy made her hesitate.
She supposed catching such small a prey wouldn't cause a problem to the pack that claimed these lands, but should she risk it? If she called out to announce them of her presence, then they wouldn't be as aggravated, however, drawing attention to herself wasn't something that she was fond of. Especially in her weaker state.
Never the less, Najira was too hungry to think clearly at this very moment, and with a kick of her heel, the femme was off, following the scent with renewed integrity and determination that she was going to succeed. If she was to be in trouble for this, then so be it. As soon as she had some sustainance, she would swallow up her fear of the unknown and venture downwards into the Eastern Territories--in a place where she was away from the pack she had humiliated herself with, and to a place where such a lone wolf could run free.
All of this aside, Najira, with almost violent determination gave chase to the pair of rabbits, able to keep up and soon override the prey within a few short minutes.
With a smile that added to her already curled lips, the Arctic clamped her jaws tightly around the legs of one of the rabbits and brought it to a stop with a rehearsed tumble, ridding the chances of it getting away from it's damaged limbs and holding it steady with two paws long enough for her to snap it's neck.
Feeling both triumphant and grateful for her succession, Najira let out a loud, pure howl, signalling both her location to the wolves and of her happiness at the catch. She was too high on adrenaline and the feeling of accomplishment to think of what her howl made lead too, her thoughts preoccupied by the blood that she tasted on her lips as she began to feed on her prize.