Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 15:22:01 GMT -5
For near an hour, Amyntas had been stalking a small herd of deer. The fawns were just big enough to make a decent meal for Aludra, and seeing as she was den-bound, Amyn thought he could be considerate and bring her a meal, as well as his company, of course. The arctic brute had been avoiding trips to the den as of late, to give the new mother some space. He was also unsure of how Toiro would feel with another male so close to his mate and pups. While Amyn had no romantic interest in the beautiful femme, he knew how protective brutes could get over their mates. And the pups... Amyn had been avoiding them most of all. He didn’t want to be sucked into pup sitting. If the past were to recur... Shaking his big head, Amyn tried to focus on the task at hand. An hour. A whole hour he’d been chasing these deer. He was clearly losing his touch. Or maybe it was because of his pelt. The winter’s snow had melted some time ago, leaving behind nothing but lush green as far as the eye could see. Save for the top of the mountains, but Amyn had a feeling the snow on the peaks never fully melted, no matter how warm it grew. Amyn heaved a sigh. Of course. His fluffy pelt that many pups and femmes often sought comfort in was going to be his downfall. At this rate, he’d never catch a nice meal for Aludra. With a growl of irritation, Amyn launched himself from his hiding spot. But it seemed the watchful buck had expected his attack. He called to the does before rearing, grunting in challenge at Amyntas. The two faced off. Whenever Amyn tried to force his way past the buck, he would get cut off by a pair of well-aimed hooves. A pain shot through his shoulder as the buck landed a powerful strike with a front hoof, just narrowly missing Amyn’s head. He snapped at the buck’s legs to put some distance between the two before darting back a few steps himself. The buck turned and bounded off into the trees ahead. Amyn snarled. The little brawl hadn’t lasted more than a minute, yet all the does and fawns had escaped, and now the buck too. Annoyance seeped into Amyn like a poison. The arctic brute threw his head back and howled loudly, voicing his anger with himself, his lack of competence. Then, as his song was dying on the wind, Amyn took off once more. He would not return to the pack until he had made a kill. He needed to prove himself. To Toiro, to the pack, to himself. He would not be the worthless brute any longer. This was going to be the first step he needed to take. To become a better wolf. To turn his life around. He needed to do this. words:: Four-Hundred and Ninety-Nine (seriously -.-) tags:: @dimitri ooc:: I figure Dimka could hear his howl and come find him or happen to see him tearing by in determination or whatever XD |