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 Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 1:03 pm
"A game?" That little cerynei sense was tingling inside her. A little voice of caution that made her stomach flutter when he looked at her. Her muscles twitched in her thigh, an instinctual reaction to run.
But this little voice wasn't one Little Red had ever been good at heading. "Sure!" she said, pushing her anxiety aside. Maybe he was just lonely and needed a friend to play with. "I can play a game!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 1:15 pm
"Yes yes.... a game.." Bloodmoon repeated with a smile and a subtle lick of his chops. She was quite intriguing. Young and plump....
"How about a game of hide and seek, little mare. Why dont you leave that smelly basket of yours here... and I shall count to fifty... and then I come and find you." His tail swished in eager anticipation of tracking her down.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 1:27 pm
Little Red looked skeptically at him. "If I leave my basket you have to promise not to eat my oats," she said with as stern of face as she could muster. "No tricks, okay?" A part of her felt sorry for this little wolf... no friends to play with him. She thought he looked a bit old for hide and seek, but if that's what he wanted to do, he would be happy to oblige.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 2:26 pm
"Oh certainly. I promise that I will not eat your oats." Bloodmoon said with a slow wag of his tail.
He slid an eye closed, turning it to Little Red,"One.... two..." he began, goading her to get moving and reduce the chance for her to reconsider.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 6:42 am
Little Red blinked, not expecting the game to start so soon. She didn't even have time to think about her hiding place. Quickly she covered her basket with her checkered napkin and put her nose to the wind. She made sure she was heading upwind and headed out into the deep woods. Her mother had taught her a cerynei trick or two, and she quickly scouted out an area between a large mossy rock and the rotted out trunk of a very large, old tree.
Tossing her mane triumphantly, she wedged herself between the two, kicking out some of the dead wood from the trunk to make room. She haphazardly covered herself with leaves and other forest floor litter and settled in to wait.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 8:31 am
To his merit, Bloodmoon finished counting slowly, and deliberately to 100. Although, it had less to do with a sense of honor than the building anticipation and confidence in his abilities to track. Each second he counted made him crave the hunt, the catch all the more. Today was a lucky day indeed.
When finally he reached that juicy number, one hund-red, his amber eyes slid open and he tasted the air. The delicate scent of the cerynei still lingered in the glade, and he walked over to where she had left her basket - rumbling with a note of pleasure. She had left the poisonous flower - the offensive smell there. And it proved a good starting point for his tracking.
He lowered his wet nose to the ground, and, finding her small cloven hoofprints, began to follow them. He did not care that she was down wind - his sensitve nose was better than the other equines. He wasn't just getting an idea of the area - he knew where she had been just a few minutes ago; He could track.
His hoofbeats were heavy, but muffled as he began to follow her trail. He was in no hurry. The woods got deeper as he traveled, and it only delighted him more. It seemed the perfect set up for a hunt... but... perhaps the reward on this day would be more satisfying than just a meal.
He rounded a bend, her scent was getting fresher, and then, he saw, a barest hint of red beneath a pile of leaves. He grinned wolfishly, crouched and waved his tail before sprininging forward with a pounce.
"Found you," he growled with a smile.
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