01-18-2022, 07:25 PM
@Remus
As they grew, so did their abilities. She eventually sought to hunt for herself, encouraged by her mother as a growing child — and for herself, to gain an independence. Though she couldn't do too well, attempting any birds were a truly difficult task. Even rabbits, were too fast for her clumsy paws as often the child would find herself crashing into the bushes.. Rarely catching them, and when she did it felt too dream-like to be real.
On a day she tried to hunt a bird, and even to the point where Vermillion tried to dash up the tree like a cat, but fell thoroughly to her ass. A loud thump into the snow as she buried herself in, and huffed slightly with a whimper. She wished her paws were more like a cat, as there was once a cat roaming through these woods and she had seen them climb the trees with claws — she wondered why they were so different.
The best that a wolf could do, was stalk. She carefully placed with each paw to the snow, testing the ground to minimize the 'crunch,' for every rabbit would run when they hear so. Maybe with the sparrows, she would go lucky as Vermillion slowly prowled through a bush, carefully trying to and then — as she bolted out from her hiding place in a fury of thunder, her jaw locking onto the wing of sparrow before taking off. She catch so, tearing and throwing before adjusting position and grabbing the neck for a rather, quick snap.
.. She always felt guilty afterwards though, seeing the lifeless bird upon the winter floor.
As they grew, so did their abilities. She eventually sought to hunt for herself, encouraged by her mother as a growing child — and for herself, to gain an independence. Though she couldn't do too well, attempting any birds were a truly difficult task. Even rabbits, were too fast for her clumsy paws as often the child would find herself crashing into the bushes.. Rarely catching them, and when she did it felt too dream-like to be real.
On a day she tried to hunt a bird, and even to the point where Vermillion tried to dash up the tree like a cat, but fell thoroughly to her ass. A loud thump into the snow as she buried herself in, and huffed slightly with a whimper. She wished her paws were more like a cat, as there was once a cat roaming through these woods and she had seen them climb the trees with claws — she wondered why they were so different.
The best that a wolf could do, was stalk. She carefully placed with each paw to the snow, testing the ground to minimize the 'crunch,' for every rabbit would run when they hear so. Maybe with the sparrows, she would go lucky as Vermillion slowly prowled through a bush, carefully trying to and then — as she bolted out from her hiding place in a fury of thunder, her jaw locking onto the wing of sparrow before taking off. She catch so, tearing and throwing before adjusting position and grabbing the neck for a rather, quick snap.
.. She always felt guilty afterwards though, seeing the lifeless bird upon the winter floor.
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