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 Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 10:56 pm
 Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.
The sun had raised itself to noon by now, the sky mostly unclouded on the warm day. Through patches of light piercing the canopy of trees, Ciarán could feel the light on his black coat. The warmth. In his jaws was the fatty remains of a doe's leg bone.
The pup felt rather pleased with himself, blood spattered paws gripping awkwardly to hold the prize in place. He'd worked on the bone for quite a while, stripping away whatever had been left from the carcass. He certainly hadn't killed the creature himself. No! Though not for lack of trying. He simply wasn't large enough to achieve such a kill.
So he did the second-best thing. He stole it from a fox.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 5:55 pm
It wasn’t often that Sudhir found himself alone, or without something to do. Always there was training, or hunting, or adventuring when the urge arose, but without his brother Narangi to guide the directionless wandering, Sudhir felt a little lost. What was there to do during free time? When had he last had any real free time? He supposed he could lie about the den and mope, or take the initiative and head out in search of a way to challenge his too-soft puppy muscles - but while he desperately wished to be stronger, he also felt that training during the heat of the day might possibly kill him.
Low heat tolerance, it seemed.
As it stood, Sudhir took to wandering about the area his parents had taken as a densite, more or less looping around the general spot with ever-growing circles; while he knew this part of the forest extremely well (being somewhat well-traveled for one of his size), Sudhir believed that perhaps something new would show itself that particular day. He panted as he jogged, almost a master at controlling his cumbersome paws, with his nose to the air and both ears on the alert - and when a good head wind brushed his way, his mini-patrol was rewarded with the faint scent of meat. Curious, he dropped into a slow advance toward the growing sounds of a feast.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 10:00 pm
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.
By now the bone was nearing the end of it's meat, leaving only the hard-to-get pieces of flesh that Ciar used his time on. The click and scrape of teeth against bone felt too good, the dessert after a filling (if meager) meal. The pup wriggled backwards slightly to catch the sunlight, stretching himself on his stomach.
He was certain he looked ridiculous like this. Future warriors did not sprawl like bloated pigs. They didn't let keep their attention on tiny little bits of meat, so minuscule that they barely tasted of anything. And they sure as hell didn't make little growling happy noises as they ate.
Warriors had poise, grace and fire in their eyes. Even when they were sleeping. But he was far enough away from the rest of the pack. This would be his secret.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 6:12 pm
Gradually, the sounds of hungry gnawing faded into a silence that could have been caused by one of two things; either the stranger in the woods had finished their meal, or Sudhir had been spotted an he was now walking into a potentially dangerous situation. At any moment things could turn deadly, he had been told by his father; he wasn’t supposed to trust what he couldn’t see with his eyes, and therefore needed to explore the sitiation carefully before barging through. Not that father would have had an issue throwing his weight around, but then, father was so big! Sudhir couldn’t afford to be cocky or blatant, not yet.
So he moved carefully through the foliage toward a dark spot of fur, little mind already flitting through a list of just what it could be and if there was any real threat in advancing. Threats were supposed to be processed based on the level of danger associated, and treated accordingly; if this was a big animal that could snatch up a puppy for a meal, then it was in Sudhir’s best interest to sneak away before he was noticed. But if it was something he could chase off, then he should probably do so - protect the territory, that was a priority. But, as Sudhir closed the distance silently, nearly on his belly with squinted eyes…
He knew that black pelt! While it would have been exciting to find an intruder or an enemy, Sudhir was more than tickled to see one of his brothers looking quite comfortable in the midday sun. Ciarán, his younger brother who most resembled mother’s nephews, the one who took training seriously and never seemed to slip up - that same brother now resembled a self-indulged pup in a way that Sudhir had never seen before, and holding back a snort he decided to make his presence known. No sense in sneaking about now. “Anyone out here?” he called out innocently, trotting by as though he had yet to see his reclining brother. “Narangi? Vigdis? Ciarán?”
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