Quote: Alright, @Namid , lets get this party started. xD
Set before NB joining. Away from pack lands.
How were these little brown slimy things so dumb? The worm like mammals reminded him of the pet ferret his human 'owners' had kept in their bedroom, though they trusted it to not wander far away from the house, lest it have the urge to run away.
Yet the foolish humans were pathetic. Trust.
The ferret had vanished without a trace one night, and had not come in to eat its dinner.
Because it had been dinner for Vector.
The russian had escaped without a hair suspected, on his hide. He had feigned being in the barn with the collie girl and horses, all night. He had gotten away, clean.
Trust.
With gleaming emerald reflectant optics, the man watched the swimming mammals, wondering if they even had a name.
And if he would be rewarded with good meat if he caught one.
The brown woody animals had remained ignorant to his presence, his flare coat camouflaging him well against the fall trees.
The crisp scent of water fell upon the breeze, and once again Namid averted her endless course. Without a destination, her stops wouldn't equal up to wasted time, and she liked it that way. Padding along the terrain, she took note of various scents scattered here and there. It seemed this path was a popular spot among the creatures in the area. It made sense, as water was essential in sustaining life, but the frequency of canids was a concern. The tawny girl proffered to stay as far away from confrontation as possible, and it seemed that was all her kind could bring.
As she edged closer to the river, her hackles began to raise. She wasn't alone, a thought Namid confirmed with another taste of the air. He was close, but where? Pale green irises scanned the horizon, searching for a pelt, or tail, but without any luck. "Hello?" Unsure of whether she actually wanted to find this wolf or not, the girl kept her voice low.
No sooner had he heard the beginning of a 'Hello' had the male forgotten about the swimming brown animals. With a serpentine like twist of his body, he swung, reared up with his dagger like obsidian claws, latched onto the thick and heavily autumned oak, and climbed up, not nearly as graceful as a feline, but as silent as one, all in one fluid motion, and in a matter of seconds. Vector perched onto the mid high thick, long and heavy branch, crouched and observant, following the sound of the remaining greeting. Peering through the leaves, his eye could hav been mistaken as the glittering of the massive foliage.
That's when he's spotted her. With a coat similar to his, yet a couple of shades lighter in a few places, she walked hesitantly around th area where he once was, but a minute ago. The recon watched her, taking in every motion she did, every step she took. Vector held his breath in short and evenly paced turns, ensuring his weight would be lighter than if he were relaxed, as to not disturb the weight stability of the tree limb, and give away his posisition.