Date: Day 50, Fall, 515 AV – Mid-Afternoon
Location: Sea of Grass/Wanah'ite
Redd lifted her nose to the sky so then she could view the sun that slowly made its way across the sky. The young wolf knew that she still had some bells left before it would get dark and she would need to find some where to sleep. Being out in the open was not safe, especially for an unwanted predator like herself. Luckily enough, the wolf had situated herself near a copse of trees, where she had stashed her meagre belongings at the base of tree and buried them. Dirt was no stranger to the wolf, in fact she was glad that there were no thorns poking out everywhere. It meant that she didn’t have to watch her steps as much. However, that didn’t mean that she lapse at all, for she was still half blind and her missing right eye would not let her forget that. For the moment, she was prowling through the grass, the blades of glass brushing up against her brindled red fur. The young wolf had the urge to rub herself all through the grass, to bound and run. However, her grumbling stomach reminded her that she was starving and needed the small amount of energy that she did have to hunt for food.
Occasionally, the half black sun that had been tattooed and blackened the red fur on her left paw, flashed into sight before it disappeared. A slight distraction, but the wolf shoved the distraction to the side while her single golden hue flickered across the plains bared before her. Sometimes, she had to stop and take a moment to observe her surroundings. An ear flickered forwards as she could have sworn that she had just heard the sound of a bird and suddenly, a sound of fluttering wings reached her ears just in time. Redd stopped suddenly and a small body flew passed her nose and her gaze snapped to view the small body as it fluttered through the grass. The body of this bird was mostly black, a shining black and as the sun hit these feathers, it gave off a shimmer of green. Its head was a shining brown and as far as Redd could tell, it was just a plain brown with no hints of green. A small breeze picked up, which in turned, ruffled her red coat before a slow moving cloud shadowed her figure, which in turned helped her to blend in just a little bit with the grass that surrounded her.
The young wolf began to move forwards once more, but she turned her gaze to the ground that shifted under her paws, which left paw prints in her wake. Her ears continued to flicker forwards, to the side and then backwards, as she attempted to keep an ear out for anymore sounds. She didn’t want to be surprised, not at all. Surprises were her enemy, this she had learned. As her stomach growled at her for perhaps the fiftieth time that day, her single hue spotted a print in the dirt and as she moved closer, she could tell that it belonged to that of deer. Whether it was doe or buck was hard to distinguish from just a print. Instead, she searched for another print in the dirt and found it not too far away from where she stood. The print however wasn’t complete, for the deer had stood upon a few blades of grass, which were somewhat flatten, but still raised. While the print was incomplete, the blades of dirt contained dirt which held the rest of the print that was not stamped into the ground. Both of her ears pricked forwards and she lowered her head to sniff around the print, there she found the scent that she was chasing. As a bonus, it wasn’t even that old. At least one deer had passed through this area in the past few chimes. It probably got distracted while grazing.
With slow movements, Redd lifted her head so then her single hue could see if she could spot the very beast itself. After a few ticks, the red predator spotted the very thing that she was looking for. The brown doe stood amongst the grass with its head lowered, its jaws worked to chew through the grass that was spread before it. Redd’s gaze slid over the animal’s form and and she couldn't help but notice that it seemed rather fat for a doe. Whether that was because it simply ate too much or was pregnant, mattered little to the red wolf. Fat animals made for good prey, because they were much slower and much easier prey. The added bonus was that this one was not a part of a herd, a single prey was much easier to hunt rather than one that was inside of a herd. Both of her ears flickered back the moment that the wind picked up and she crouched low to the ground. While the wolf may be up wind from the beast, her half sight was going to be the problem, not to mention that her form was thin due to lack of food. However, she was spurred on by her growling stomach and she launched her form forwards into a flat out run to rush the doe. This move was to give the doe less time to think, for Redd hoped that the doe would run and not lash out.
Location: Sea of Grass/Wanah'ite
Redd lifted her nose to the sky so then she could view the sun that slowly made its way across the sky. The young wolf knew that she still had some bells left before it would get dark and she would need to find some where to sleep. Being out in the open was not safe, especially for an unwanted predator like herself. Luckily enough, the wolf had situated herself near a copse of trees, where she had stashed her meagre belongings at the base of tree and buried them. Dirt was no stranger to the wolf, in fact she was glad that there were no thorns poking out everywhere. It meant that she didn’t have to watch her steps as much. However, that didn’t mean that she lapse at all, for she was still half blind and her missing right eye would not let her forget that. For the moment, she was prowling through the grass, the blades of glass brushing up against her brindled red fur. The young wolf had the urge to rub herself all through the grass, to bound and run. However, her grumbling stomach reminded her that she was starving and needed the small amount of energy that she did have to hunt for food.
Occasionally, the half black sun that had been tattooed and blackened the red fur on her left paw, flashed into sight before it disappeared. A slight distraction, but the wolf shoved the distraction to the side while her single golden hue flickered across the plains bared before her. Sometimes, she had to stop and take a moment to observe her surroundings. An ear flickered forwards as she could have sworn that she had just heard the sound of a bird and suddenly, a sound of fluttering wings reached her ears just in time. Redd stopped suddenly and a small body flew passed her nose and her gaze snapped to view the small body as it fluttered through the grass. The body of this bird was mostly black, a shining black and as the sun hit these feathers, it gave off a shimmer of green. Its head was a shining brown and as far as Redd could tell, it was just a plain brown with no hints of green. A small breeze picked up, which in turned, ruffled her red coat before a slow moving cloud shadowed her figure, which in turned helped her to blend in just a little bit with the grass that surrounded her.
The young wolf began to move forwards once more, but she turned her gaze to the ground that shifted under her paws, which left paw prints in her wake. Her ears continued to flicker forwards, to the side and then backwards, as she attempted to keep an ear out for anymore sounds. She didn’t want to be surprised, not at all. Surprises were her enemy, this she had learned. As her stomach growled at her for perhaps the fiftieth time that day, her single hue spotted a print in the dirt and as she moved closer, she could tell that it belonged to that of deer. Whether it was doe or buck was hard to distinguish from just a print. Instead, she searched for another print in the dirt and found it not too far away from where she stood. The print however wasn’t complete, for the deer had stood upon a few blades of grass, which were somewhat flatten, but still raised. While the print was incomplete, the blades of dirt contained dirt which held the rest of the print that was not stamped into the ground. Both of her ears pricked forwards and she lowered her head to sniff around the print, there she found the scent that she was chasing. As a bonus, it wasn’t even that old. At least one deer had passed through this area in the past few chimes. It probably got distracted while grazing.
With slow movements, Redd lifted her head so then her single hue could see if she could spot the very beast itself. After a few ticks, the red predator spotted the very thing that she was looking for. The brown doe stood amongst the grass with its head lowered, its jaws worked to chew through the grass that was spread before it. Redd’s gaze slid over the animal’s form and and she couldn't help but notice that it seemed rather fat for a doe. Whether that was because it simply ate too much or was pregnant, mattered little to the red wolf. Fat animals made for good prey, because they were much slower and much easier prey. The added bonus was that this one was not a part of a herd, a single prey was much easier to hunt rather than one that was inside of a herd. Both of her ears flickered back the moment that the wind picked up and she crouched low to the ground. While the wolf may be up wind from the beast, her half sight was going to be the problem, not to mention that her form was thin due to lack of food. However, she was spurred on by her growling stomach and she launched her form forwards into a flat out run to rush the doe. This move was to give the doe less time to think, for Redd hoped that the doe would run and not lash out.