Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 13:53:40 GMT -5
The female eyed the two other wolves' lips as they exchanged a few comments about hunting positions. What really perked her interest was the remark concerning an available gathering position, but she didnt dare to speak. From the excited-looking smile that stretched across the Ethiopian's muzzle, Maitryi made the assumption that Kibeti was very interested in snatching one of the positions up if Rasalas felt it was right. The Arabian hoped for the best results for the femme, and she was sure she would be able to prove herself as a huntress at some point. Her small size may have been a factor that worked against her, but Maitryi looked right past the setback. If she had a decent hunting ability with little sense of hearing, then the reddish canine would have no issue with overcoming her size. Truthfully, the female did not believe that she would feel the highest level of happiness with the rank of a hunter. She would accept the position with open arms, though her hope was that she could become a gatherer. Hunting was her second choice, but only scouting out herbs brought her pure enjoyment. She also loved healing wounds and sickness because that was the only time that she could rid herself of the pain from her wounds while she housed with her father. The Arabian felt she must be half decent with healing, seeing as barely any scars remained upon her skin after such harsh abuse from Damon.
Puzzled yellow orbs watched cluelessly as Kibeti suddenly shifted into a crouched position. Her eyes seemed to be looking at something in the distance, but the canine could not be sure. She carefully followed her gaze until she spotted a rabbit not to far from where the trio was gathered. Just then, the other wolf bounded over to the animal and quickly ended its life. Presenting the kill to the Alpha, Maitryi noticed the femme eye her as she mentioned some sort of token of appreciation. Warmth flooded through her features as she fully grasped what her new pack mate had done. She had caught the prey with the intentions of feeding the hungry female. Not even caring if Rasalas decided to give her the meal or not, the wolf's eyes filled with thanks as she glanced over to the huntress. Whether she was able to consume the rabbit or not, Kibeti sure had proven herself as a valued hunter as well as a potential friend.
The deaf femme's gaze shifted over to the brute, awaiting his own reaction to the sudden gift that had been presented to him. A pleasant smile was plastered upon his maw, and then he opened his mouth to speak. 'You... Not need... But... Believe this goes... Her.' Shock washed over her features as she observed her Alpha nudging the carcass toward her. "Rasalas, I--" She began to protest, but she decided to give in to the hunger that was gnawing away at her insides. With a glance over to Kibeti, she thanked the huntress who had provided her with the much needed meal. "Thank you, Kibeti," she said in a kind tone befor returning to the brute beside her, "And thank you, sir." Maitryi bent over so she could devour the meat, ripping apart the tender flesh with sharp canines. Her attention was focused only on the rabbit, oblivious to the fact that Rasalas and Kibeti had continued the conversation about hunting.
Once Maitryi had satisfied her stomach's needs, leaving about an eighth of the lifeless body lying on the boulder in front of her, she lifted her crania in order to gaze over at her two companions. She had been pleased with how kind they had both treated her so far, and she hoped that this treatment continued for a long time. As she glanced over to the Red brute, the femme realized how carefully he seemed to be looking at her. 'Question... Maitryi. Our current gatherer, Vixen... Shaman soon. Would you... Being a gatherer?' At the sight of these words being shaped from the canine's lips, the Arabian's tail began wagging at an increased speed. Without hesitation, she decided to answer his question honestly. She had never told a lie, and now that she may even be given the rank she desired, why would she start now? "Oh, I would be quite happy serving as a Tassos gatherer. Of course, only if that is what you think would be best for the pack." Her eyes were enlightened with excitement, but she managed to keep her composure vocally. Her tone was cheerful but also had a hint of seriousness. The femme wanted her Alpha to know that she would not take the position of a gatherer lightly, that is, only if he decided to award her with that rank.
count :: Eight hundred and six.
muse :: So-so.
tags :: @kibeti @rasalas
notes :: I'm so sorry for the delay. Life has been bleh. </3