bored so bored {open}

[shadowstar]

The sun glistened off the river as a muscular figure slid through the shadows, unafraid of what might be lurking there. Her black pelt disguised her. The only visible spot on her was the moon shaped white spot on her left side. She had left camp out of shear boredom and had let her paws carry her here but now she was struggling with thoughts. After the battle with Blood Mist she was reconsidering her stay with the Siverian pack. Moon paused and looked back towards the direction of the camp. I have no ties there. Why should I stay when it could kill me? Moon was no cowered but the recent slaughter of the three packs had got her thinking. She had no mother in the pack, nor mentor, nor pups or any kin for that matter. She had left them all a long time ago. She lifted her head and howled with frustration. She didn't know what to do. She thought she'd be safer on her own but her loyalty to the pack froze her paws to the ground. What should I do? Her belly growled and she remembered that she hadn't eaten that day. She drew in the scents around her. There was a hint of deer and stale rabbit, both of which made her stomach growl again. Maybe if she filled her belly the choice wouldn't be as hard to make.

[Snowy]

TALBOI.

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The blood pooled in his mouth, running through his teeth, but the wolf resisted the urges to devour it then and there. It wasn't exactly the largest of prey, either -- a small fawn. And it wasn't exactly his nature to go for the little ones, but hunger knawed at it gut, and his animalistic nature drove him to disregard his morals for that moment. The fawn was small enough that he could carry it in his mouth without having to really drag it, but its body did slightly trail between his front legs. Still, Talboi knew that one didn't need to eat its prey in the same place they caught it; once the vultures came, it was nearly over. Scavengers; he knew them well. With his stomach threatening to inhale the rest of his organs, the wolf simply could not risk losing this prey, and he was determined not to lose all sense of morality -- what remained of it, rather. He had dragged the creature for many a mile, and still was able to resist devouring it -- what willpower, wouldn't you say? He had made it near the river, and had decided that soon he would stop and fill his gut.

As he moved, Talboi kept his attentions merely on getting the meat to a safer location, and managed to neglect seeing the other canine come into the scene until he caught her scent. Sure, he had caught her howl some time ago, but he never imagined that he would end up before her, and with blood prey at that. What misfortune upon my luck, the wolf thought grimly. Well, no use running -- obviously I'm slower than she with this...fawn. Dropping the little deer from his mouth, he kept a steady, level gaze upon his amber eyes. With a flick of his tail, he decided to merely await this she-wolf's response before acting. Would she charge him, and cause a fight over a deer? In his weakened state, it would likely cause for him to lose all sense of morality and behave like a normal wolf; would she respect that he caught it? That was unlikely. Steadily and silently, Talboi waited, the deer at his feet. Little did he know that hewas in a pack's territory; perhaps the scent of blood flooded out all other scents, and he passed the border without realizing it. Now he faced two dangers: a fight for the food, and a fight for his life and ability to cross the border back to the Outlands (deer in tow, be he so fortunate) unscathed.

ooc; hope you don't mind! ^^;

[shadowstar]

Moon jumped at the sudden thump of something hitting the ground. She instinctively bared her teeth and bunched her muscles ready to attack anything and anyone. She relaxed some as she realized what the thump was. Just a fawn. She looked at the wolf standing behind the corpse and let out a low growl. Who are you and what are you doing here? You don't have Siverian scent. Moon stalked up to him to get a closer look. She'd never seen him before. Not much of a hunter I guess. Probably not much of a fighter either. She thought looking at the fawn with disgust. Her belly rumbled and she realized the fawn, though small, was very tempting. She looked back at the wolf, taking in all of him. He looks exhausted. Must of been dragging this thing for a while. Keeping her muscles tight she waited for his reply. I get it out of him one way or another. She thought as another low growl came from her throat.