11-04-2021, 02:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-04-2021, 02:43 AM by Valeska. Edited 1 time in total.)
Fate's Respite was, by all accounts, a shockingly large territory. It may have been one of the largest single spaces claimed by a pack in the entirety of the mountains, going off sheer square mileage alone, so the thought that one of its inhabitants might accidentally wander somewhere outside of it seemed a ridiculous notion.
Unless you were Valeska on the trail of a sprightly young buck.
Somehow, someway, she had found herself in the small, unmarked pocket of land sandwiched between Fate's Respite and their neighbors in the mountains to their southern border, Fate's Summit - not that she realized it. She was focused entirely on the task at hand, eyeballing the buck's delightful little splay of antlers. There were two reasons for her to track him; first, she was hungry and he had led her this far, meaning sunk cost fallacy dictated she see it through; and secondly, if she did manage to take him down, his skull would dry marvelously in the sun and make a lovely gift for her mate.
Morbid to some, perhaps, but a sweet gesture to them.
The evening fog grew thicker as the minutes ticked by, her pale, silvery form disappearing almost ghost-like into its hazy depths. Her paws carefully picked their way around noisy leaves and underbrush, body held low to the ground as she crept forward with murderous intent.
A twig snapped nearby. The buck turned for just a moment, and Valeska saw her chance, springing forward in a flurry of detritus and swirling mist at her heels; her short, sturdy build gave her the advantage, and she leveraged her weight against his throat until he at last buckled to the ground in a quivering, twitching heap. She licked her mouth and withdrew from his neck, crouching possessively over his lifeless form. She would at least have his skull, gods damn it, even if she had to give up the meat.
“I know am being watched,” she called into the fog, wary but not aggressive. “At least introduce self; it is good manners!”
Unless you were Valeska on the trail of a sprightly young buck.
Somehow, someway, she had found herself in the small, unmarked pocket of land sandwiched between Fate's Respite and their neighbors in the mountains to their southern border, Fate's Summit - not that she realized it. She was focused entirely on the task at hand, eyeballing the buck's delightful little splay of antlers. There were two reasons for her to track him; first, she was hungry and he had led her this far, meaning sunk cost fallacy dictated she see it through; and secondly, if she did manage to take him down, his skull would dry marvelously in the sun and make a lovely gift for her mate.
Morbid to some, perhaps, but a sweet gesture to them.
The evening fog grew thicker as the minutes ticked by, her pale, silvery form disappearing almost ghost-like into its hazy depths. Her paws carefully picked their way around noisy leaves and underbrush, body held low to the ground as she crept forward with murderous intent.
A twig snapped nearby. The buck turned for just a moment, and Valeska saw her chance, springing forward in a flurry of detritus and swirling mist at her heels; her short, sturdy build gave her the advantage, and she leveraged her weight against his throat until he at last buckled to the ground in a quivering, twitching heap. She licked her mouth and withdrew from his neck, crouching possessively over his lifeless form. She would at least have his skull, gods damn it, even if she had to give up the meat.
“I know am being watched,” she called into the fog, wary but not aggressive. “At least introduce self; it is good manners!”
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