11-13-2023, 06:50 PM
@Lucian!!
Her paws tapped against the earthen grounds at a steady pace, yet the caribou calf was faster than she thought. Actually, no, that wasn't it. Asny just didn't have the stamina to keep up.
She hadn't been looking after herself lately -- feeding off the frozen scraps of fallen prey from where it was manageable. With winter closing in like an oncoming storm, food supply wasn't as plentiful as it was before, and if the dragoness did not stock up soon she would spend this winter and she did last year -- hungry, weak and stabbed by the constant angry growls of her own stomach. Being a rouge during these times was practically a death sentence, but Asny survived once (just barely). She was determined to make it work a second time -- this time, more prepared.
If she could only catch this first kill, that is.
Though as her luck went, the calf had skirttered in the path between a mountainous valley. A path where Asny, as close as it was from the evergreens she often camped in, avoided due to the treacherous terrain. Not often would the northern woman wander closer had it not been the desperate pangs of hunger edging her forwards. It almost felt as though her paws moved themselves -- and the she-wolf could only pray that this decision would not lead her into a maze she could not escape from.
Flurries of wind and snow blew clouds over the night sky, howling a haunting tune in between the peaks of the mountains. Asny's tail twitched nervously -- she'd damnnear spent the past 3 or 4 minutes regretting the decision she'd made; yet the woman was too far to turn back now. Besides, her nose was on the path and had already picked up the scent she'd lost moments prior...except, it was not cervine --
-- but lupine.
She hadn't been looking after herself lately -- feeding off the frozen scraps of fallen prey from where it was manageable. With winter closing in like an oncoming storm, food supply wasn't as plentiful as it was before, and if the dragoness did not stock up soon she would spend this winter and she did last year -- hungry, weak and stabbed by the constant angry growls of her own stomach. Being a rouge during these times was practically a death sentence, but Asny survived once (just barely). She was determined to make it work a second time -- this time, more prepared.
If she could only catch this first kill, that is.
Though as her luck went, the calf had skirttered in the path between a mountainous valley. A path where Asny, as close as it was from the evergreens she often camped in, avoided due to the treacherous terrain. Not often would the northern woman wander closer had it not been the desperate pangs of hunger edging her forwards. It almost felt as though her paws moved themselves -- and the she-wolf could only pray that this decision would not lead her into a maze she could not escape from.
Flurries of wind and snow blew clouds over the night sky, howling a haunting tune in between the peaks of the mountains. Asny's tail twitched nervously -- she'd damnnear spent the past 3 or 4 minutes regretting the decision she'd made; yet the woman was too far to turn back now. Besides, her nose was on the path and had already picked up the scent she'd lost moments prior...except, it was not cervine --
-- but lupine.
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