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 Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:40 pm
Some things about this pack took a little getting used to. But Aandag liked to think of himself as being versatile and adaptive. He’d take well to anything that let him, especially a pretty girl. This pack was a little bigger than the groups he’d spent time with, including his family from when he was a pup. And that family had been huge. It was almost impossible for him to get any sort of attention at all, even if he was bleeding!
But here, here it was different. There might be a lot of people around, but at least they noticed him.
Aandag was good at making himself noticed.
His tail wagging, the young hunter padded through the brush, his ears pricked and his nose working to catch a scent. He wasn’t in a rush, there was plenty of time before he was expected to have been successful, but he was eager to do something. Plenty of energy…and hopefully plenty of opportunity to show off a little bit. Especially if he could find a pretty girl for it...
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:11 pm
 Mo had found a tiny beetle that she was following. She was practicing her stealth and cunning; so far the beetle hadn't noticed that it held captive the attention of one little, petite wild dog pup.
Rump high in the air, floppy ears perked as forward as possible, and tail waving skyward like an antennae, Mo had her nose to the ground and bright blue eyes glued on the beetle. Nothing else around her mattered except the iridescent bug before her.
She followed it, ready to pounce, oblivious to her surroundings.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 12:40 pm
Aandag's ears were perked forward at a small noise, but he'd caught the scent in plenty of time to know not to pounce. It wasn't a hare or other prey creature. It was a pup. Probably belonged to one of the pretties in the pack. Probably one of the taken one but, eh, what could he do. Surely someone around here wasn't already takenish. This pack had some interesting beliefs, which he felt like he approved of so far. Maybe he'd get lucky.
The young hunter padded quietly into sight of the little brown puppy with the green markings, relaxing from his stealthy stance to sit down and watch with intrest. She was clearly stalking something, though he couldn't quite make out what from here. Her little rump was pretty high, and her tail wagged hard enough to garner attention from any prey she might be after. Her form wasn't that great, but her intent was quite obvious. Overall, she was kinda cute for a little runt. Maybe he'd give her a few pointers or something if it got away. And if she got it, she'd probably want someone there to praise her for it... he certainly had at her age.
Not to say he didn't want to be appreciated now...
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 1:04 pm
The beetle slowed before coming to a stop. Pupils wide, Mo watched the creature for a long moment. Just before it went to move forward again, Mo pounced, letting out a soft "oof" as she landed on the beetle. There was a satisfying crunch as the beetle met its end, and Mo lifted her paws to give the beetle a look.
Yep, it was dead. Success! She couldn't wait to return to the den and tell her brothers and sisters about her amazing hunt. They'd be jealous, she knew, especially Brightmud; he wasn't the brightest, but seemed to be impressed easily enough.
Turning, Mo noticed for the first time the adult that watched her. She wasn't sure what to do, so she merely watched him quite warily, waiting for him to make a move.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 1:39 pm
Aandag watched as the little one moved stealthily forward, his own body still so as not to make a noise at alert her very tiny prey. He remembered his first ‘hunts’…a grasshopper, a moth…one or two beetles…maybe an anthill…except he’d gotten bitten by those and never went after them again. He could still remember his paws and nose feeling so very tender…ouch…
Both ears pricked forward as the little pup suddenly pounced, and with his blue eyes fixed upon her it was easy to tell from her body language she’d been successful. Well then, good job to the cute puppy.
“Well done,” he laughed when she turned to him, uncertainty on her features. He hadn’t intended to make her nervous, had they been in the rogue lands still he would have expected it, but here? Weren’t they all brothers and sisters or something? “My name is Aan- oops. Uh. I mean, I’m Ardentheart. I saw you hunting and didn’t want to disturb your prey.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 8:18 am
Mo tossed her ears back in a most princess-like fashion before trotting closer to the male. She was a sucker for pretty things, and this stranger was super pretty. "I'm Skygaze. Or Mo. Papa calls me Skygaze though." She offered a little shrug, her tail flopping into the dust as she sat before this new face. "I squashed that bug." She beamed.
"Ardentheart, that's pretty." Mo liked pretty things a lot. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you before." The pack was huge, though, so it was hard to keep track of everyone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 4:37 am
"Yes, you certainly did," Ardentheart agreed as she beamed at him. What a cute pup she was. "Me? Well...yeah. I am new. Is it that obvious?" he asked, maybe a little anxiously. He was trying to fit in and learn the ropes, but he still got things like his name, and what time of day people were generally awake, all mixed up and confused.
He was a good hunter though. At least there was that. So long as he did his job and pulled his weight, then he'd do okay, right?
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