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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 6:18 pm
 While he would always consider the Crystal Caverns a much better place, the mountains nearby were a close second. Mothwing found he preferred coming here over any of the other locations, though he tried to be careful not to get close to the nearby packs. Ugh... packs. They were almost always full yippy dires. Still, it was better than the Waylands, in his honest opinion.
Tail flicking impatiently behind him, Moth let out a short huff before moving forward, trekking up a rock face that would normally be too treacherous for an average wolf. He relished the challenge though, wanting to see if he could find bigger game by coming this high.
As he walked though, the sound of a rolling rock caused him to freeze in place. With a low growl, he looked around him, trying to spot what could have made the noise.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 7:37 pm
 Retaliation grumbled as he made his way through the vast coldness that was the mountains. This was the farthest he had gone from his home in the forest but he was ready to make new acquaintances but more-so hoping to find bigger prey to eat. Living in the forest, his dad taught him to hunt smaller game but that sufficed him, he was a dire-wolf while he was a mutt, he took after his mom and had not lost an ounce of weight or height with being a half breed.
He was honestly hoping he would run into other Beserkers since he had only been raised by a dire, and his sibling was a dire as well.
Heading up the mountainside, he realized the terrain was a little more dangerous then he had hoped for. He was just used to the flat terrain of the forest. This was different. Ret was down for a challenge tho. As he was making his way up, his mind was elsewhere, thinking about his hunger, thinking about his elder father, and thinking about why another wolf would come to the cold mountainside.
Before he knew it, Ret had tripped on a medium side rock and watched it roll down a few feet down the mountain. Not thinking anything of it, he just scanned the horizon, seeing if anything or anyone had noticed.
228 word count
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 9:13 pm
Moth’s eyes narrowed further as he finally spotted the source. Berserkers don’t normally come this far south of the Waylands, and there was no way this wasn’t one. Not with how massive he was. That said, there was something slightly off about him that Mothwing couldn’t quite place....
Nor did he entirely care to at the moment. No, what he was more concerned about was that there was another berserker just a few leaps away from him. He didn’t particularly care for his own kind, hence why he didn’t live in the Waylands, but that also meant competition for food.
So the moment the other male locked eyes with him, Mothwing let out a snarl, "Are you trying to scare off prey?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2020 10:21 am
Retaliation hesitated at the snarl that erupted from the mountainside. Scanning the horizon, his eyes landed on a darker wolf. Wait? Did his eyes play tricks on him? Another beserker? Was it? It looked plenty big enough to not be a dire and he had never run into a hybrid before but his dad said they were smaller than him. With perked ears but also a little apprehensive, Ret stood his ground tall and spoke with a firm voice.
"Didn't mean too. Just not used to the terrain, that's all."
Ret was not in any way snarling back, but he was willing to stand his ground and test the waters with this wolf. He was always used to playing with his smaller brother who was a direwolf. He knew these bigger wolves were stronger, hence why he always won whenever they fought.
"Just passing through, looking for food."
148 word count
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:37 pm
Mothwing eyed him for a moment before letting out a snort, ears twitching along with it. A younger fellow then, and someone inexperienced with hunting in this terrain. Wonderful. Here's to hoping he hadn't already scared off all the prey in the area in the time before this.
The brown berserker narrowed his eyes as he continued, "You're going to have a hard time of it if you make noise like that. The game up here is much hardier than the ones below us - and much more willing to put up a fight."
He was grumbling under his breathe after that, before giving a huff and casting a look around them. On the one paw, it looked like he was alone, which was both good and bad. Good because he wouldn't have to worry about other competition, and bad because it meant he was doing this without anyone to guide him. Not that Moth particularly cared about that. After all, he'd grown up having to learn these things by himself too.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2020 5:52 pm
Ret looked a bit ashamed as the other beserker seemed to be a bit upset with how inexperienced he was on the mountainside. Maybe he had come too far, but he was just trying to learn how to be a beserker. Not that it was any different than being any other wolf, but he was raised by a dire and wanted to possibly run into his mother, who, but his dad's recollection of his mother was that she was one of the biggest and meanest beserkers he had ever met.
Looking back up at this other wolf, Ret scanned the mountainside. He was not worried about putting up a fight for food. If he had to fight, he would.
"I was hoping the prey was bigger in these parts. I'm starving."
He was honestly hoping at one point in time he would also run into his mom, but he did not hold his breath. He was unsure where she was even located.
"Again, I apologize if I cause any issues. I'm just trying to fend for myself for the first time out."
His dad and taught him a little about hunting, but again, the prey in the forest did not seem like it would be the same here on the snowy mountainside.
"If you would like to hunt together on something a bit bigger, I would not get in your way."
Ret really was just hoping he could learn from a stronger wolf, not that his dad was not strong growing up, but it would be nice to learn from another beserker like himself.
265 word count
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2020 11:22 pm
Mothwing huffed at that, looking back at him with a long look, "That lost with the world?"
He was overly polite, something most berserkers he'd met weren't but then, it has been quite a long time since he had come across another berserker, so what did he know what they were like now? Still, he was new to hunting big game, and clearly in need of guidance. Moth was probably the worst person for that job, bitter and irritable as he was on the best of days, but having a competent fellow hunter on the mountain was better than not having one and losing all the prey. Was he really willing to work with this stranger, a youngster still learning how to hunt like the berserker he was?
... Moth let out a snort, "Well, you came to the right place for that, but you've got a ways to go before you'll be able to catch them in this state."
The dark brown berserker barred his teeth as he turned away, visibly debating with himself before finally snuffling over his shoulder, "If it means you won't scare all the prey down the mountain... Bah, come on." It would be easier to catch prey with two big hunters than just with one, especially if they ran into a bear or pack of mountain lions - or at least, that's what he was going to tell himself.
Either way, he started walking, not bothering to look back to see if the other berserker followed or not. That was up to him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2020 12:09 pm
Ret looked at the other beserker, as he started to walk away from him. Maybe he was being too overly nice, but having been raised and been around other dires, his antics were not that of beserkers, although he was sure his mom was brutal, at least that is what he heard. With a bit of scoff, he had heard the words of the fellow beserker. Have a way to go? With a hushed snarl, Ret quickly quieted himself. He knew he had a long way to go to hunt prey on the bigger side of the spectrum, but that did not mean that he did not want to hear about it. He was sure his dad would not be happy, although he was just a grumpy old wolf now.
"Understandable.. I appreciate it."
Ret lowered his head and laid back on his haunches as he made his way down the mountainside, behind the other beserker. Who he had not got the name of. In a hushed tone, but enough for the other wolf to hear, he exclaimed. "I'm Ret, by the way."
At least the wolf would know in case he had to shout out to him for anything. He did appreciate this beserker for taking him under his pelt. Ret really wanted to learn how to be a zerker, whether it be better or worse.
227 word count Final word count - 868
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 11:38 am
The brown berserker cast a glance behind him, noting that yep, the younger one was following him. It was what he was expecting, but he still let out a grunt at that. He doubted he'd made a good teacher, and yet here he was....
He didn't respond for a second, more just mentally analyzing the other's name (what a bizarre name to give your pup), and then finally grumbled out his own in reply, "Mothwing."
With that said, he lowered his head and began focusing on where their hunt would begin. He'd make a decent mountain hunter out of this one yet.
My Final Word Count: 800
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