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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 1, 2009 14:35:56 GMT -5
Death raised a brow at her questioning of his actions. "Moutain bases," he corrected. "Like if you go from here to the mountains, stay at the bottom of the mountains, and travel steadily East bordering them. I've moved slowly in this direction since puphood, but my family dispersed after a while. I didn't have much else to do, so I figured, what the heck, and just kept wandering this way," he explained. He shuffled his paws uneasily, not wanting to get too deep in this story. It's hard to maintain elaborate lies. "Yeah, you're right -- maybe we can catch them later, when they're more off gaurd."
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 1, 2009 18:46:27 GMT -5
"Yea..." Shizune said slowly, not believing in him much. "Well, as fun as it was talking to you, being loners I guess we must go a separate ways now. I'll see if I can talk to the packs later, but for now..." She quickly sniffed the air and turned away to the direction of the woods. "...we will have to wait to see what happens. I'll probably go hunting or something... but what are you going to do?" |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 5, 2009 8:49:58 GMT -5
Death felt a twinge of sadness as she made her leave. Of course, this was natural for loners, but he couldn't help blaming it on his own, funkified, creepy dead-wolf aura. Or the former megalomaniac aura....
He shrugged when Shizune asked him where he was off to. "Not really sure. I haven't hunted in a while, so I'll probably do that then hunt out a den to sleep for a bit. Any good places for hunting around here?" He asked her, scoping out the terra. For as much as I know about the packs, you think I would pick up something about good hunting places. Eh, I've seen so many hunts I guess I don't pay close attention to them anymore....
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Jun 5, 2009 15:05:30 GMT -5
((hehe, funkified))
Shizune shrugged. "On the fact that I can't see, I don't really know where to go to hunt. But from what I heard, there's a river with fish and some dens too. Then there's a hollow with deer and moose, but also some bears. Or the woodlands, that's where I travel to the most." She pricked her ears as a random thought entered her head. I wonder if the lake has some fish in it too. What does fish taste like anyways? "Hey, what type of prey was there around the mountains?" She wanted to ask about the fish, but the fact that there probably weren't many lakes and rivers around a mountain, she decided he probably wouldn't know. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 13, 2009 10:56:45 GMT -5
His tail twitched uncomfortably as she referred bluntly to her lack of vision. Well I didn't actually ask her to tell me what they looked like. She probably knows these places just as well by scent. Well, all loners are kinda prickly. I fit right into that category, so I really shouldn't be complaning....
Now prey....what type of prey likes mountain bases?
Death had little hesitence on this mark, barking a suitable return in a timely fashion, "Moose, deer, elk -- a lot of herd animals that are difficult to take down on your own. I usually picked off smaller, sick deer or maimed ones so I could catch them myself. Sometimes I would hunt with other loners. I never acquired a taste for seafood, but there are a lot of small, trickling mountain streams. If you know where to look, there's an overload of salmon." Death recalled the last tidbit from an old Blood Mist tale -- one dealing with a wolf pup who'd shown promise by slaying the entire school of salmon in their preferred mountain breeding grounds. So morbid...
"Ever tried salmon?" he asked, an attempt to continue the conversation.
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