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 Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 8:13 pm
 Due to her history of being a former-pack Hunter, it should have been a naturally easy task to catch something like a rabbit for a meal. And yet for some reason, the tawny colored fae was being irked by her prey. The rabbit she had chased down had been clever, outrunning her and darting into an opening at a tree's base. It was too small for the adult to enter and the tree's thick roots prevented her from enlarging the hole so that she could stick her head in and drag the rabbit back out. "Damn you," she snarled, hackles raised with her annoyance.
It wasn't every day that Bukekayo lost her lunch, so any sort of defeat (no matter how small it was) set her in a terrible mood. She paced a short distance away, deciding if she should wait for the cotton-tail to come out or simply abandon it in favor of something larger anyway. If she hadn't waster her time running after it in the first place and merely scared it into hiding, the choice would have been much easier.
Bukekayo forced her fur to lie flat, releasing a faint sigh through her nose. Life without a pack certainly was a bit more challenging, wasn't it? At least in group hunts, the effort was collective so there was always plenty of food to go around. Not that she was in any danger of starving, mind you. It's just that there weren't any suitable males to do her dirty work around, so she was quickly growing tired of having to do work all on her own.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:39 pm
Clio wandered through the forest, having left the clearing on her own. Her stomach had rumbled and there had been no food being provided at the time. Brown nose swung low, hovering just above the damp earth and inhaled deeply. She lacked the energy or wolves to capture large game. Thankfully, she was only slightly peckish.
Aha. Her mind said, catching the scent of a single rabbit.
The huntress' body sprung into motion, her muscles and joints working together towards her goal. Following the nose that had been long trained by Sjunheal and her mother. Suddenly, the pace of the rabbit had changed. Clio stopped short, observing the tracks before her. The steps of the rodent had become bounding leaps. The swirl-covered femme lifted her head and sniffed the air. Her nostrils were greeted by the musky scent of the northern rocks. A grin bloomed on her face and Clio resumed following the now-obvious tracks of the game.
She came upon the multi-coloured fae as she had just begun cursing the tree. Puzzled, her orange-blue eyes followed her sights to the hole. Clio could not resist giggling lightly as she stepped outwards. Although she slunk forward, using her Sure-Claw stealth, she was well aware that the wolf before her would realize her presence in a timely manner. All the same, she spoke. "Kayo, what did that tree do to you?" Clio's voice edged on teasing, remembering the fae from her past.
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