03-25-2022, 10:20 PM
Her dark form had crept from the soft lilac purples and blues from the Lapis Nestle and out, to the Rocky Outcrops, where mice were abundant this time of year. The fox's yellow eyes and dark complexion were a refreshing shade darker than the surrounding earth. Just barely hidden in the way she slunk along, close the ground.
Their black nose did twitch to a scent most familiar. It smelled of grain and seed. A field mouse, chomping on the tip of a blade of wild wheat. She did stop to study it for a moment, watching as it filled it's small cheeks full and plump. Paws making barely a sound as they crept forward, behind the cover of the wind.
Dairinn's tail flew in the air as she did, fluffy and dancing. Her quick dash to the mouse was all but graceful, as she remained quite rusty in her skills. She missed the mate that would hunt for her and her pups but, knew well it was for the best to keep well on her toes. She did manage to catch the small creature, it wiggled and struggled within her maw before she clamped.
"Go raibh maith agat as do shaol." She whispered, a tradition taught to her when she was young, that she taught to her own pups. To thank a creature for it's life, it being granted to you for your own. The fox gentle returned the creature between her teeth and made a steady retreat. Just behind a large boulder, shielded from the sun and covered for the most part by the tall grass.
There she did eat, restoring her stomach that had been empty and aching. Yellow eyes occasionally looking up to study her surroundings, ears twitching to the wind.
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Their black nose did twitch to a scent most familiar. It smelled of grain and seed. A field mouse, chomping on the tip of a blade of wild wheat. She did stop to study it for a moment, watching as it filled it's small cheeks full and plump. Paws making barely a sound as they crept forward, behind the cover of the wind.
Dairinn's tail flew in the air as she did, fluffy and dancing. Her quick dash to the mouse was all but graceful, as she remained quite rusty in her skills. She missed the mate that would hunt for her and her pups but, knew well it was for the best to keep well on her toes. She did manage to catch the small creature, it wiggled and struggled within her maw before she clamped.
"Go raibh maith agat as do shaol." She whispered, a tradition taught to her when she was young, that she taught to her own pups. To thank a creature for it's life, it being granted to you for your own. The fox gentle returned the creature between her teeth and made a steady retreat. Just behind a large boulder, shielded from the sun and covered for the most part by the tall grass.
There she did eat, restoring her stomach that had been empty and aching. Yellow eyes occasionally looking up to study her surroundings, ears twitching to the wind.
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