Mudsullied Jackal hated hunting.
Explanation: she hated having to exert that much effort for a small prize, and not even a guaranteed one.
Obviously as a wolf she would have to hunt regardless, but sometimes others did it for her. This left her time to work on true hunting, the kind that required keen senses and intelligence for a different sort of prey: plants for the stores. Sully had taken advantage of pack life as soon as Big Bad took her in, practically living in the healer dens, mumbling her thought process to herself aloud and in spite of company or loneliness. This was occasionally interrupted by an idiot getting themselves hurt and requiring her attention. The latest case was Azure Ripples in the Sea (or whatever) via stag goring.
Yikes. Bet Sis would love to hear about that.
Dear sweet smothering Blood Falcon, who had seemingly followed her even after all these months. They were in different packs, but they might as well have been the same for how much she liked to visit. Sully had been avoiding her as best she could, but it wasn’t always successful. It wasn’t that she disliked her sister, but Blood Falcon was...a little too much in even small doses. Too sweet, too flirty, too maternal, too casual. Sully had never been able to match that charisma, and she had hoped as yearlings they could finally go their separate ways; their interests had been different enough to facilitate that, what with Blood Falcon preferring to roam and Sully herself keen on finding a place to take root. And yet there they were in sister packs nonetheless. Hey, Silly Sully, how ya doing? Miss your big sis much? Did you hear I have a beau~? How annoying.
Sully shook her head and refocused. It was her turn to hunt, and turning up empty pawed would just get her mocked. (More than usual, she suspected. She was an odd one and knew it.) She wouldn’t be stupid like other wolves and try for something like deer, however. A few rabbits would do, yes? They tended to stay together, and she swore she saw a family earlier...Right in that area...
Ugh. If only she could bribe someone else to do this next time. Maybe slip them some of her better quality drugs once produced. Sully was sure she was onto something now, though it was still in the refining process. Not quite enough bang for the taste and all. But one didn’t have to be a good hunter to be clever. Sully’s ingenuity, after all, was born of a need to be efficient and not waste energy. Why track and hunt when you can cut out the middle part entirely?
The sweet-sour smell hit her just after the rabbits’ scent did, and she smiled to herself as she crept closer. Past some trees she had subtly marked was a partially dug “garden”, a disguised pocket of dirt that had housed delicious plants. A little bit of this and that had engineered it to be alluring to leaf-waters like squirrels and mice, and the rabbits had fallen prey to it. Of course, the leaves were coated with some of her more promising oil extracts, which soothed the consumer’s aches and dulled the other senses on top of that. Just enough to—
Sully got too close and exposed herself without noticing, lost in her thoughts again. The rabbits yelped and began to bolt, though the two younger ones were noticeably slower. Not quite drugged—the oil would need more time to circulate anyway—their panic worked against them as they struggled in direction and finding their feet.
Sighing internally, Sully leapt from the bushes after them, killing one in the charge and overrunning the other soon after. Damn. Needed to be more careful. She mulled over other options regarding the oils as she snagged the two small bodies in her mouth and trotted back to base.
