Exhilaration.
The drizzle steadily turned into a downpour, and the drops of water that run down his face became streams that slowly washed away whatever remained of his frail humanity. Where once the Man would seek shelter, he eagerly pushed onward, exposing himself to the fury of the elements.The distant sound of thunder, along with the lashing wind above created a majestic symphony; it sang of how everything is cleansed and how the earth's thirst is sated. It was noon yet the sky kept darkening, contesting the sun's apex with the gray green hues that warned of the impending storm.
The Beast contentedly followed the wolf's lead. Thrilled by a rush of new sensations and the joy of the hunt made his heart soar and his breath uneven. His paws cautiously sank in fertile soil, crashing the bed of leaves and twigs; his feet tore through vines and ferns as they wandered off any known path. It was a few ticks later that he felt comfortable with this new posture and his steps became certain once more. The rain was a blessing; it covered the shambling sound of a creature that knew not how to move about. There was no need to try and stay silent, yet the occasional snapping of twigs reminded him that being a stranger there required caution. A myriad of new smells that found their way into his nostrils made his head lighter. Everything around him carried it's own scent and they all combined into an intoxicating mixture. The forest was alive, he couldn't help but notice. A life form made from a multitude of other organisms; their coexistence and co-dependence was as harmonious as anything could be. It reminded him of how wonderful life is. How well designed and precious the order behind all of it was.
They were not just wandering aimlessly. Civilization was far behind them and he guessed that the deeper they went, the better their chance for good prey would be. Redd's attitude seemed to change as she whiffed the ground. She'd obviously found something worthwhil and even he could not help but share the excitement that poured over her. He followed her dash at the best of his ability; his breath wheezing slightly as they run up a hill. He awkwardly managed to avoid the natural obstacles, pushing forward with all his might. His paws gripped firmly at the damp earth with every step, trying to avoid loosing his balance or slipping. He wasn't used to this kind of exercise but he was certain that the adrenaline would enable him to endure. His paws clenched and his newly formed feet sprung to bring him high enough to mantle over the huge log. Their short sprint came to an abrupt halt and he took a few needed breaths. She'd spotted something and he ducked next to her trying to detect their prey with his own eyes. Not used to this kind of sight, his eyes finally caught a glimpse of their intention. Amidst the dense undergrowth not too far from their vantage point, some kind of deer drank from one of the endless streams that run down the other side of the hill. He barely suppressed the cry of enthusiasm that reached his lips which thankfully was covered by the low yet loud crack of thunder. She lied down, and he assumed she was getting herself ready for the hunt.
It wasn't hard to guess that Daegron's inexperience would ruin the day in case they simply pursued their prey. Despite the obvious advantage that the wolf had, perhaps a bit of planning or strategy would make things easier. They had the higher ground which gave them a good look of their hunting ground. To their right, a shallow crevice that wasn't overflowing with water run down the hill. To their left, the slope was far steeper and led straight to the deer's hind side. In front of the animal, the thick bushes and ferns gave way to short grass. The plateau in front of them was densely populated with high trees but little undergrowth which would enable both them and their target to run at their full speed. A simple yet effective ambush was formed in his mind. He wouldn't be able to approach silently to where the ground was clearer and he wasn't fast enough to catch up to it once it's gallop started. On the other hand, she was far more at home in the wilds , and she definitely knew how to make a quick kill once she had the chance. She could silently go down that crevice and effectively remain out of sight. She would be able to flank the poor animal while himself would approach from the steep slope and make a lot of noise. The deer startled would run away and in the ensuing chase, Redd would be able to close the trap and take it down. The rainfall with it's noises and poor visibility would be their ally.
With a low huff he tried to grab her attention. As soon as he managed to take her eyes off their game, he pointed at the crevice and run his claw against the dirt, pointing a suggested path so she knew what he meant. He then clawed another curve on the ground starting from his feet and going around the deer's hind, which would be his path. He then made a circle in the center and pointed at the deer. He drew another line that suggested the deer's path of flight and an X where Redd's line and the deer's converged.
"Got it ?" he grunted, certain that she knew very well how to pull off such a trap. A grin was painted on his maw as he stared into her eyes.
The drizzle steadily turned into a downpour, and the drops of water that run down his face became streams that slowly washed away whatever remained of his frail humanity. Where once the Man would seek shelter, he eagerly pushed onward, exposing himself to the fury of the elements.The distant sound of thunder, along with the lashing wind above created a majestic symphony; it sang of how everything is cleansed and how the earth's thirst is sated. It was noon yet the sky kept darkening, contesting the sun's apex with the gray green hues that warned of the impending storm.
The Beast contentedly followed the wolf's lead. Thrilled by a rush of new sensations and the joy of the hunt made his heart soar and his breath uneven. His paws cautiously sank in fertile soil, crashing the bed of leaves and twigs; his feet tore through vines and ferns as they wandered off any known path. It was a few ticks later that he felt comfortable with this new posture and his steps became certain once more. The rain was a blessing; it covered the shambling sound of a creature that knew not how to move about. There was no need to try and stay silent, yet the occasional snapping of twigs reminded him that being a stranger there required caution. A myriad of new smells that found their way into his nostrils made his head lighter. Everything around him carried it's own scent and they all combined into an intoxicating mixture. The forest was alive, he couldn't help but notice. A life form made from a multitude of other organisms; their coexistence and co-dependence was as harmonious as anything could be. It reminded him of how wonderful life is. How well designed and precious the order behind all of it was.
They were not just wandering aimlessly. Civilization was far behind them and he guessed that the deeper they went, the better their chance for good prey would be. Redd's attitude seemed to change as she whiffed the ground. She'd obviously found something worthwhil and even he could not help but share the excitement that poured over her. He followed her dash at the best of his ability; his breath wheezing slightly as they run up a hill. He awkwardly managed to avoid the natural obstacles, pushing forward with all his might. His paws gripped firmly at the damp earth with every step, trying to avoid loosing his balance or slipping. He wasn't used to this kind of exercise but he was certain that the adrenaline would enable him to endure. His paws clenched and his newly formed feet sprung to bring him high enough to mantle over the huge log. Their short sprint came to an abrupt halt and he took a few needed breaths. She'd spotted something and he ducked next to her trying to detect their prey with his own eyes. Not used to this kind of sight, his eyes finally caught a glimpse of their intention. Amidst the dense undergrowth not too far from their vantage point, some kind of deer drank from one of the endless streams that run down the other side of the hill. He barely suppressed the cry of enthusiasm that reached his lips which thankfully was covered by the low yet loud crack of thunder. She lied down, and he assumed she was getting herself ready for the hunt.
It wasn't hard to guess that Daegron's inexperience would ruin the day in case they simply pursued their prey. Despite the obvious advantage that the wolf had, perhaps a bit of planning or strategy would make things easier. They had the higher ground which gave them a good look of their hunting ground. To their right, a shallow crevice that wasn't overflowing with water run down the hill. To their left, the slope was far steeper and led straight to the deer's hind side. In front of the animal, the thick bushes and ferns gave way to short grass. The plateau in front of them was densely populated with high trees but little undergrowth which would enable both them and their target to run at their full speed. A simple yet effective ambush was formed in his mind. He wouldn't be able to approach silently to where the ground was clearer and he wasn't fast enough to catch up to it once it's gallop started. On the other hand, she was far more at home in the wilds , and she definitely knew how to make a quick kill once she had the chance. She could silently go down that crevice and effectively remain out of sight. She would be able to flank the poor animal while himself would approach from the steep slope and make a lot of noise. The deer startled would run away and in the ensuing chase, Redd would be able to close the trap and take it down. The rainfall with it's noises and poor visibility would be their ally.
With a low huff he tried to grab her attention. As soon as he managed to take her eyes off their game, he pointed at the crevice and run his claw against the dirt, pointing a suggested path so she knew what he meant. He then clawed another curve on the ground starting from his feet and going around the deer's hind, which would be his path. He then made a circle in the center and pointed at the deer. He drew another line that suggested the deer's path of flight and an X where Redd's line and the deer's converged.
"Got it ?" he grunted, certain that she knew very well how to pull off such a trap. A grin was painted on his maw as he stared into her eyes.