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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 8:36 pm
As soon as Cecilia said lead, Bruiser took off, just barely catching the rest of her words. "YAHOOOO!!!!!!" He cried out as his paws hit the ground. He looked back to make sure the vixen was following, it wasn't as much fun running alone.
"Last one to that old tree is a rotten egg!" His nose scrunched up as he thought of that smell. His foot caught on a hidden stone, just high enough to make him start to stumble.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:33 pm
Cecilia didn't get more than two steps herself before she went tumbling over her tail with an, "Oof!" Running really was a dangerous hobby for her, and not one she usually undertook, as she never seemed to get better at it.
On the positive side it looked like she wasn't the only one with some clumsy tendencies, as from her spot on the ground she spotted Bruiser about to go down. On another positive side it seemed like two giant, clumsy foxes were blessed with some amount of luck to make up for lack of grace.
A small flock of quail burst out of a bush up ahead, dark feathers perfectly suited for blending against the low scrub and wood of the environment.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:47 pm
Bruiser shook his head as he got back on his feet. To stumble like that in front of a vixen just seem so normal for him. He heard a sound and laughed a little as they had both took a tumble. His head snapped to look at the rustling of feathers and a grin erupted on his face.
"Food!" He looked back at Cecilia, "Looks like we tie for first so neither of us is a rotten egg." Turning back towards the quail, he jumped at the ones that tried to take to the air and only caught a bunch of feathers.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 7:28 am
Cecilia giggled, amused by the eternal optimism that Bruiser seemed to exude, and scrambled to her own feet. Quail tended to go for distance rather than height in settings like these, so if she could just put on enough speed....
It was more a stroke of luck than any skill that Cecilia did catch a bird. She'd been running full out, hit a stone, and did a sort of flying (fall) tackle on her bird. She did get a couple buffets to the face with those strong wings before she could kill the quail, but nothing that would amount to anything worse than bruises.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 5:51 pm
He watched as the vixen caught her bird. To him, she did it with more grace than a cat. A noise pulled his attention away and he caught sight of another quail that was trying to get away. Determined to get one this time, he pounced the bird, snapping its neck with his front paws. One of the birds claws had caught his lower leg, scratching him lightly, but enough to take notice of it.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:40 pm
"Oh my, oh my!" Cecilia continued on a bit in that vein as she stood back up, face covered in feathers and mouth full of quail neck that muffled her mutterings. She tried to lope over to Bruiser, slipped in the snow and fell, then rose again and managed to make it over to the male.
"Oh dear," she said, dropping her kill in front of her paws and looking down at Bruiser's leg. "Are you alright? You gotta be really careful with wounds in the cold and snow around here!" Her stormy grey eyes were filled with concern.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:39 pm
He looked at Cecilia, wondering why she looked concerned. At first he thought it was the way she was slipping and sliding, but she was looking at his leg. Bruiser glanced down and saw the little bit of blood flowing.
"It's nothing, just a little scratch. Thank you for your concern." He smiled before licking at the wound. It was deeper than he thought, but he didn't want to cause the vixen any more distress. "Shall we find a clear spot to eat our meal?" Maybe that would distract her from the not so small injury.
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:46 pm
Cecilia didn't want to press the matter too much, but she'd seen what the cold was capable of. "Alright, but you should really be careful! If the wound gets worse you could wind up limping, and that's close to a death sentence this high up in the mountains."
The concern flooding Cecilia's gray eyes showed she wasn't being an unnecessary exaggerator, though she had just tossed out a worst-case scenario. Chances were the wound would heal up fine in less than a week.
She picked up her bird and looked around for a likely patch of sun to eat in.
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