They were wolves by the sea, stormborn and skilled through the waves that bring an ironwill to the clan. Born as a seafang, Umbra knew the waters well, she knew the ways to swim and fish, to live by the beaches for all eternity; and she was determined to do so. Her life, would not be removed from the abyssal waters.
But the rest? Umbra knew not of their abilities, and how sea-faring they may be.
The Sealord called for them all, it was but a simple request; a day to hunt for fish.
It was a test for her own eyes, to see how faring they may be within these waters.
Moorhen arrived promptly, summoned from the borders by the call of the prickly shewolf that'd inducted her. Her tail wagged as she approached in a show of pointed friendliness; she was determined to make an ally of this woman, but she was rather out of practice at it.
Knowing there were many others yet to arrive, Moorhen settled in to wait.
I've been trying to reply to this for so long but my muse ;-; I'm so sorry
Vanity slunk onto the scene in her usual fashion.
Assessing the pair before her. This must be the Saltlord. Umbra.
She looked like she could be Vanity's sister. They shared the long legs and narrow frame, yet Vanity was rather much shorter in stature. The dark coat with whites -- except Vanity had some sort of pattern to hers, unlike Umbra.
She assessed Moor. The woman looked like she'd seen some shit. Her dark coat was nice though. Almost the colour of Venny's in some places. She didn't seem soft, maybe a little sweet. Anyone with that look, though, wasn't just some pushover, even if she was trying to make some freinds.
She smirked softly, her tail waving in a friendly greeting.
She wondered what they were going to do. Perhaps a hunt...
A brow was raised when only two arrived. While she met the other two as well, her opinion of them were now falling as they did not hear her call. However, she now was more likeable to the woman, almost finding it laughable that none of the men even bothered to join. Wintersbane, was an exception, as she imagined he was to do other issues.
"We are hunting. Perhaps for the Sea Lions, unless someone has an objection." Umbra so announced.
He was terribly late.
Tahoe had spent his day like any other, marking the borders; religiously scouting. He was awful hungry that day, the sight of a scrawny hare was enough to derail his entire itinerary. Despite its skinny size, the hare was much more deft than he expected, and easily outmaneuvered him on flat land. He chased it into more hilly terrain, farther off from the borders. Umbra’s call reached him there, but he was so close to capturing the creature now, he couldn’t possibly let it go. The pursuit ended shortly thereafter. Tahoe took a few bites out of the carcass and embarked to the nearest cache to deposit the rest; he knew he’d probably be questioned on his whereabouts, the carcass provided an alibi—otherwise he would’ve finished it all. Finally, he started towards his superior’s howl.
He arrived, lightly bloodied and muddied. A trio of them were gathered up ahead, he kept his gait relaxed and head low as he approached.
"Sounds wonderful," she replied.
The woman did look mightily pissed, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
She wondered why.
Though, it seemed another would join their hunting party.
Vanity tilted her head back, spotting the crab-man. She grinned.
He was bloody, dirty, ragged, and rather shameful.
"Did you dig through a warren to get here?" She jested with a laugh.
He certainly looked the part.
She rose a brow to Tahoe and his mess, but refrained from mentioning it. The brown women then mentioned she had some prior plans, and while it irked the sealord, there was nothing to be done as the hunt was spurn on by random. She brushed off the other and let her on her merry was as Umbra focused on the two.
"There is a stray male nearby." Perhaps he had lost to the stronger sea lion and been casted out, now roaming the beaches for a new group to claim to. Though thankfully for them, he did not find it yet, and remained alone.. Where the wolves could catch him. She turned around to seek out the lone prey, looking back and expecting them to follow.
A stray male.
A seal, no doubt.
"Is it injured?" She questioned. She wanted to know where best to hit.
Umbra moved off, obviously in the direction of the target.
Vanity followed in close rank. She may be getting on, but she was not at all weak or useless.
Nah; though sure feels like I did.
He responded to Vanity with an amused scoff.
Now was not the time for chatting, which meant he could breeze over his previous whereabouts. A wolf he was not acquainted with happened to make a departure, providing yet another distraction. Umbra promptly moved the mission along though, he wasted no time and followed after her. She explained to them the intended quarry of today—a male sea lion, something which he had not hunted before. A question came to mind, but Vanity asked it before he could. He gave his full attention to Umbra, waiting for an answer and further guidance.
"It looked like it had lost a fight, there are wounds on it's chest." Watching a sea lion fight was.. Interesting, to say the least, especially amongst their own kind. She remembered watching them try to dominate each other by constantly thrashing their chests at each other, and only the strongest of males would win in the end. He had marks and sores, a few blood that had been smelled in the air, clearly so he had lost in that way.
"It's over here," as they got closer to the mark Umbra lowered her body and ears, a center of gravity as she whispered to the ground, her snout pointing to the foe ahead.
"You all ready?"
Vanity had never seen seals fight.
Not yet at least.
But it was injured. That was good. Helpful.
The huffing and...braying? of the seal group grew louder as the hunting party moved in.
Umbra slunk low. Vanity mirrored her, expecting Tahoe to do so too.
She gave Umbra an affirmative nod, ready to catch their dinner.
He copied the women, furtively lowering his form as they moved. The nearby seals' scent grew stronger, specifically he picked up the hint of blood which Umbra had already detected.
While he had never hunted a seal, it was evident that these creatures were quite the force. For the males to survive such brawls, they had to be thick skinned. Since their chosen target was already injured, it would be easier to pinpoint a weakness in its blubbery armor. It was now, or never.
Ready.
He affirmed in a hasty whisper. Sometimes it was easier to learn from experience, rather than lengthy verbal instructions. Hopefully, this would be one of those instances.
As the group followed her, they all mimicked and skulked to the ground, seemingly careful to unrest the stray lion. Carefully did they all approach, and faintly did she hear the sound of him. Over the sand-bound the group of stormy warriors go, and within their sights as the foe. He was an average one, but definitely injured as blood still oozed from his chest, but he laid in a defeated pose, sleeping and recovering from the lost of challenging the other alpha male within his group.
Umbra looked back at the rest and nodded, her pace picking up as she got closer and closer.. And then she lunged toward his neck. It was hard to pierce because of his thick skin, but her eyes looked back toward the two, and focused then onto the wound within his belly. She thought for a distraction, while they took the reigns.
Vanity wasn't large.
She had some skill, but her abilities lay in ungulates.
Not blubbersacks.
Still, she drove forward on the Sea-witch's command, throwing her weight into the beast, driving her fangs as deep as they could into the beast's belly too.
It was an easy target to take While Umbra took to the neck, Tahoe would strike in the next second.
The beast roared in startled fear, already struggling to escape their clutches.
The assault had begun.
Umbra launched herself at the sea-dog, clinging to it’s tough neck. Vanity charged before him, though he was close behind her. She went for the stomach, and so did he. His jaws slammed against the animal’s salty skin, attempting to get a firm hold on its flesh. The cries which their victim emitted would buy it no mercy.
It writhed in fear now, which made it significantly harder for his teeth to score its slippery skin. Having lost his partial hold, he stepped back and lunged for a new one; catching one of the sea-lion’s odd feet. The taste of sand filled his mouth, but didn’t stop him from ruthlessly crushing down. Considering the lack of protective blubber on the flipper, that must’ve hurt. At least it would further prevent an escape, but at the cost of an adrenaline fueled rebuke from the creature. He kept an eye on Umbra, it would lash out at her first.
As the three barraged the lion he roared and flailed as she gorged into his neck. However as he was but a blubber of mass it was hard to turn around and fully attack her so, and only shook her around as the other two assaulted his very stomach. The already injured area it had was now being even more gruesome, and he obviously roared and disliked the wounds turning more sour then his defeat.
Though Umbra did her best to grab his attention, for at the moment he looked away from herself and to Vanity and Tahoe, she went for the eye. A lunge of faith and a nab, with a hollering of madness while shaking and growling. Though it proved a distraction for the other two for any finishing blows, or mangling into it's very chest.