12-02-2021, 07:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2021, 05:35 PM by Izumi. Edited 1 time in total.)
Present dated and fresh out the microwave
Izumi was tending to the food caches today and noticed a shortage in some corners. A small trip outside pack grounds would have to do the trick -- so on her lonesome, she set out to seek anything that might fill their caches. Yes; initially the girl would’ve thought to seek someone’s company in order to exit the scene with recent precautions put into place, but the crane bird did not think a little hunting spree from and back to Shiroshika was serious enough to call for such reinforcements -- and the crane was frankly getting quite tired of having her movements inhibited because of Vera and her crimes against this domain. She was tired of being held down, tired of being too afraid of what may have been lurking, and was not adamant on staying put while there were things she could’ve been making herself useful with. Starting with stocking up for the winter.
Maybe she was thinking irrationally with all of this -- maybe it would’ve been best to stay within the confounds of the mountains in respect of the dove’s wishes -- but the crane was growing irritable in her birdcage with clipped wings. She missed seeing the tundra’s expanse again, and perhaps these movements were her way of venting....
A several-minute chase would finally give way to a catch, shaking away the clumps of snow that got caught in her pelt as she came to a halt. It was a marmot between her maws -- not the hare she favored in taste and texture, but certainly something bigger and more filling. Before Izumi could make a step back towards the mountains though, she paused. Lavender gaze trailed slightly over her shoulder, but not moving her head to face them.
The scent that was near was one she already recognized -- feline and masculine -- yet the dame rather had not run into them in the first place….
Maybe she was thinking irrationally with all of this -- maybe it would’ve been best to stay within the confounds of the mountains in respect of the dove’s wishes -- but the crane was growing irritable in her birdcage with clipped wings. She missed seeing the tundra’s expanse again, and perhaps these movements were her way of venting....
A several-minute chase would finally give way to a catch, shaking away the clumps of snow that got caught in her pelt as she came to a halt. It was a marmot between her maws -- not the hare she favored in taste and texture, but certainly something bigger and more filling. Before Izumi could make a step back towards the mountains though, she paused. Lavender gaze trailed slightly over her shoulder, but not moving her head to face them.
The scent that was near was one she already recognized -- feline and masculine -- yet the dame rather had not run into them in the first place….
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