for anyone, but preferably someone lasher hasn't met yet! <3
dante had risen into the pack's leadership, and taltos smiled at the balance that had been restored among the leaders now. two men, two women — it was a good equilibrium. it had occurred to him that perhaps the willow would take an interest in dante, or vice versa, and he laughed openly at his mind's matchmaking tendencies. it was for the healer's happiness, taltos mused to himself, a thing she deserved greatly.
the last pack hunts had not been successful; lasher himself had only found small prey with which to stock the caches. he set out at dawnlight for the borders and the flatlands, to see what he would find — perhaps he would pick up the trail of junior's scent.
Shall I suffice? o:
Dante's rise to leadership was a happy occasion in the eyes of the silver mockingbird. She liked the man well, even though she had nearly gotten him killed when they first met. But that could be said of many of Finley's first encounters, so she looked back on it with only a fond chuckle at how silly the misunderstanding had been. She hadn't had the opportunity to congratulate him herself, and unfortunately, that happy occasion was probably still a few days in the works for there was something far more pressing on the Blackthorn's mind.
She was frickin' hungry.
Their latest failed hunt had put Fin in a rather sour mood. Hunger and weariness were the two things that were ever sure to make her a less than chipper version of herself. And as she trudged doggedly across the Plateau, there could be no other way to describe the overall impression she gave besides grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.
It was in this mood that she came upon Lasher. She spotted him a ways off as she wandered aimlessly, hoping to come across something small and alive that she could kill. Part of her knew it was probably better to avoid him, considering her current mood. But her curiosity overtook her good sense and she approached him, unable to deny her interest in spending some time with this fellow.
"Hey," she barked as she sidled up alongside him,
"Can I eat you?" A small smile flickered across her muzzle to let him know she was only kidding. She assumed he had to have some sense of humor similar to Peregrine's, considering all then gay sex and whatnot.
uh duh <3 u more than suffice!
he had scarcely departed the borders when he was approached by a perfect small amalgam of varied hues and dancing eyes; the words that fell from her tongue were unexpected, and yet delightful, and lasher paused to regard her with a fond and humoured look. i assure you, i will not be found wanting for taste.
'twas a playful quip, though the woman was welcome to take it as innuendo if she so pleased. such was taltos' nature.
i was stepping out to hunt,
the gamma murmured to his new comrade, eyes flicking to her own, briefly, as not to warrant her undue submission. would you like to come with me?
his own eyes glittered at the prospect; lasher was a gregarious creature that did not fare well in solitude.
Soooooo not true <3 I have all the patience in the world for your beautiful posts!
It was only moments before Lasher proved to have been a good partner for Finley to hunt beside. She had a keen nose, and ears that missed very little (it was often her brain that didn't pay attention), but her eyes were not as sharp as they could have been compared to many of those who shared her species. What she lacked, the umber swathed male apparently excelled in, for it was his eyes that snatched the first sign of their prey.
Fin dropped down barely a second after Lasher, pushing her sight to the limit as it swept across to try and make out what it was her companion had already seen. Perhaps it was the shortcomings of her sight, or the "midget sheep" had quit moving, but it seemed Lasher was the only one to be able to pinpoint their presence in the distance fields. Fin gave him a mischievious grin and motioned with her muzzle, urging him to lead the way while she followed. She'd catch hold with her own senses eventually, but for now, she was perfectly content to let her new friend take the reigns.
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As expected, Lasher was quick to take down their quarry after Finley had left the race. A growl of pleasure rumbled free from her chest at the sight, and she gave the interfering ewe a haughty flash of her teeth before going to join the lanky male. She winced slightly as she walked, but shook her head to let him know it was nothing. She was pretty confident this would lead to one hell of a bruise and that her ribs would be aching for a few days, but that was nothing new. The feisty Blackthorn had suffered plenty worse.
"You want heart or liver?" Fin asked as she licked her lips. She had no problem with Lasher choosing his share first. This wasn't a rank battle, and no matter where they were on the totem pole, in her mind they were on equal footing. Besides, he was the one who'd made the kill and so it was only right that he enjoy that first bite of victory.
Last post for me ILUSOMUCH
When Lasher declined to be the first to enjoy the kill, Fin only shrugged. "Suit yourself!" she replied before turning to the beast and leaning down to begin tearing hungrily into the tender flesh between its neck and shoulder. Likely her actions would make it obvious to the tall male that it was the heart that she was after. That or he would conclude that she had no idea where the liver was, but she liked to think his faith in her intelligence was a little higher than that.
Once her hunger was satisfied, she would pull back to look upon him with a face full of gore and smiles. The rest of the kill they could take back to the Plateau, though for now, Fin was perfectly content to gorge herself upon the tender flesh.
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