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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 5, 2008 13:38:23 GMT -5
Meg bounded down the slope, eyes glittering with excitement at the prospect of her first training session. I wonder what Reason will start with? Hunting? Most likely. That's what most neophytes start with. She flew through the lush forest humming a happy tune.
The ground beneath her paws gently began to slope upward, sginalling that she was entering the Foxwood Hill region and nearing the place where she was supposed to meet for training. She countined to hum her giddy melody as she eagerly raced up the slope.
She arrived in a very small clearing in the middle of the tall oak trees. She sat in the center of it, pawing at the ground lightly, tormenting a small bug.
She sighed, deciding that it would be embarrasing if Reason came in now and she was still poking around like a pup. So, the creamy-brown wolf sat in the center of the clearing, tail tucked neatly across her paws, eyes ever-watchful of the living forest around her.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 5, 2008 21:22:00 GMT -5
The red-brown femmora looked up, she had seen life go on for four years already. Forty eight moons. Her sister had died nearly a year ago. She had killed another that nigh, what was his name again, oh yes, Grey. She had killed him and he had been a father to pups he would never see. She pondered these thoughts as she walked through the woods to the hill. "Meg!" she called. Scenting, she would start with scenting and hunting. She stayed hidden and moved around a little to spread her scent. Meg would have to find the strongest scent to find Reason.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 5, 2008 21:57:32 GMT -5
Meg's ears flicked, and she stood, but Reason did not appear. Meg narrowed her eyes, knowing indeed that had been Reason's call. Hm....maybe she wants me to find her? Her voice was that way...but that seems too simple.... She stood there, pondering this. Well, maybe this will lead into my lesson. What do most mentors start with? Hunting...well, I'm not supposed to 'hunt' Reason, but perhaps hunt for her. So that basically means I'm tracking...no....scenting her! Yes, that must be it! Meg smiled a bit to herself, prowling forward and sniffing the air. The scent was all around and about, but there were some areas that seemed to be stronger, more pungent than others. Her scent littered the area where her voice had come from, but it seemed to float gradually away from that place...somewhere else....
Sighing softly to herself, Meg followed the trail, nose going back and forth between the ground and the air, trying to trace the pawsteps. Finally, the aroma was overpowering. She stopped, turning about, wondering what direction to head in. She was very close, that was for sure....
She moved forward, where the scent seemed more like a taste than anything. Her nose bumped into Reason's side, and she let out a small "Oof!" She backed away, struggling not to laugh. "S-Sorry, Reason."
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Post by silverpelt12 on Jul 5, 2008 22:27:12 GMT -5
Reason licked Meg's muzzle, "I don't bite, hard," she woofed gently, "nice scenting, my little neophyte," she woofed. Her slim brown tail waved slightly in the air, she was tired though, there had been alot happening recently, "Now, I'll watch you, but try to scent prey now, okay, go" she woofed, nudging the neophyte gently forward.
--dead muse--
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jul 5, 2008 22:37:05 GMT -5
Meg stumbled forward a bit, regaining her balance swiftly. She gave Reason a quizzical look. "But what do I do after I scent the prey?" She asked, curious and uncertain.
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