{ d I z Z y } Styx | Meg

[Kismet//Accalia]

"Yea, sure I guess.." mumbled Styx. He started biting on one of his claws, unsure of what to do now. "Is your mentor nice?"

[Sivoncé™]

^{Meg shrugged, a guilty smile washing over her fac.e "Well...she's nice enough, but I feel like she's always elsewhere. Well, what I mean is, when she's training me, she seems to be almost too busy to be there, like she should be doing other things...but Mist made her my mentor, so that's what she's supposed to do, I'd say. Maybe she just has a lot on her mind, or maybe she really is busier than I know. I haven't had a training session with her since the fires started, so I'm not even sure what's she's like now that everyone has so many things to do," she woofed honestly. "Speaking of which....maybe we should try for a hunt. The prey pile was totally demolished between the fires and the battle.....it's a blessing to have them, but I think it's a good thing we don't have any litters in the nursery right now. We need every set of paws at work."}

[Kismet//Accalia]

Styx stood up. Okay, then. It would be nice to take our minds off things and go hunting." He looked around and sniffed the air. The scents of smoke and fire came to him and he shook his head. Maybe we should look somewhere else for prey.

[Sivoncé™]

^{Meg nodded, nose wrinkling as she tried to scent through the smoke and thick swirls of singed aroma. "Maybe we should try the river? The fires would obviously not have burned there, but there's going to be a lot of ash and soot in the water....it might be too murky to use," she frowned, thinking once more. "Well, if you look around, the whole place looks kinda grim, so I guess wherever we go we're bound to run this mess...." she winced, sneezing as she made the mistake of breathing to deeply.}

[Kismet//Accalia]

"I doubt there will any prey around. They're probably all hiding until the smoke clears." Styx slowly flicked his tail back and forth, unsure of what to do now. The odds of them finding any prey is if they came across a blind animal that had no idea what it was doing.

[Sivoncé™]

^{She sighed, coming to her paws and padding a few paces forward, into the fog. Her eyes were sad as they rested upon the dilapidated setting. The few vines, blades of gress, and tender tree trunks that remained were depressed, tortured seeming in the dim setting. "Well...wherever we go, we're not going to have much luck. We have to eat something..." she narrowed her eyes with a new determination, mind focused on the pack, the need to eat that would not go away and would not be quenched until they had many successful hunts. The situation was grim, but in grim times, they had to pull out their best. A flutter of wings nearby, caught by chance only, sent all of her senses zeroing in on a point not far ahead of her. She dropped into a prowl and carried herself forth, relying on what little sight she held and becoming intensely aware of the atmosphere surrounding her. She blinked at Styx, then shifted back to the hunt, letting him know what she was about to try.}

[Kismet//Accalia]

Styx tilted his head to one side. He wanted to say it was pointless trying to hunt, but he didn't. Instead he sat down and looked on with curiosity.

[Sivoncé™]

^{She was deeply nervous inside ; mess this up, and one of her packmates could starve....or worse. She managed, with a herculean effort, to press these nerves aside for the time being. If she was going to get this right, she would have to hand herself over to her senses.
She let the dim, sooty yet still desireable scent float into and flood her nostrils. Her eyes were locked on the tiny ripply in the stacks of smoke, slowly decreasing in distance. Her paws moved as one with the earth, one after the other, the vibrations pulsing through her own blood stream as if they were her own. Ears were swiveled forward, intent, precise.
She slunke along, low to the ground as she prowled, but being careful not to brush. Meg had had very minimal pracice in this area, but a brush with hunger and the fierce desire to feed the pack was driving her forward. She narrowed her eyes as a fresh wave of arrow-tipped nerves fluttered her direction. She gritted her teeth, and took a leap of chance.
Her paws came down on the bird with a certain, confident force. Her teeth were swift with their work, and were at the small creature's neck before it had stirred up enough will to cry out. Sighing heavily, not really realizing the effort had drained her slightly, she examined the kill closer.
Birds really weren't usual wolf prey, especially birds like the sparrow she now clenched between her jaws. Birds of prey, like the hawk, could sometimes make good meals. I still prefer rabbit and cairabou, but this is going to have to do for now. We're going to have to learn to be less picky...
She scuffed dirt over her prey when she reached Styx once more, than peered around her surroundings with an unhopefuly gaze. "It might be hopeless....well, really, it is hopeless. But we still need to eat. And maybe that alone is enough to pull us through....the will to survive, I mean."}

[Kismet//Accalia]

Styx blinked a few times, confused. He never noticed the bird, but now he wanted to see if he could catch something. He sniffed the ground, sneezed, then sniffed the air. He started walking, trying to see through the dense smoke. All he saw was the wind lightly blowing the leaves of the trees. I bet there's a bird up one of these trees.