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RE: not giving in - Charles - December 17, 2020
Charles noticed the pointed gaze of a woman who he didn't know at all. Was she checking him out or was there something else? Charles thought of the words of Draper, who'd said that wolves didn't like coyotes. Was it his ears? Charles glanced at Dhalia, who wasn't being sized up, though. So yeah, it was probably one of two things, then: either she was totally into him, or Osiris had said some shit about him and she thought he might mess up because he was the pack's Omega. Deciding that the former was a much better place to be in, Charles smiled toothily at Toad and said,
'Sup!
But before they could really interact much the hunt started, and she focused; and then Charles focused, too. Charles was actually really bad at hunting, because he had never been taught. He'd watched the adults as they hunted bison, but this was something entirely different. And heck, even a bison was something he didn't feel comfortable taking on, ever. The coywolf nervously followed Antares, glad to be surrounded by Lunaria, Dhalia and Bronco. It felt kinda weird to be surrounded by wolves who seemed to be.. friends — Charles' only friend throughout his entire life had been Leta. Felt good, though.
His focus for the hunt was to watch what Antares did and just basically copy his exact moves, be his shadow, be his wing man. Then hopefully he'd look good in front of Antares, and hopefully it wouldn't show that he had no idea what he was doing.
RE: not giving in - Meerkat - December 18, 2020
The hunt really began to unfold from there and Meerkat felt her nerves jangle a little, though looking to Atlas helped her stay calm and focused. He knew what he was doing and that confidence and experience put her at ease too as she tracked his every step, cheering him on silently even as she kept her eyes and ears peeled for any instructions on how to proceed.
Now that they were on the verge of attacking the flock, Meerkat tore her attention away from Atlas and their fellow hunters to really look at their prey. She had seen wild turkeys plenty of times, usually from a distance. They tended to congregate in fields in early morning and late evening. Up close like this, she saw they were quite peculiar, though beautiful in their own way. Their tail feathers in particular captured her fascination.
After scrutinizing the menu, so to speak, she cast her brown eyes afield to check on her brother and Toad. Satisfied that Bronco hadn't been mauled by a fearsome turkey talon, she let her eyes drift back to Atlas. She drank him in as if it had been years, not minutes, since she'd last set eyes on him. There was something so appealing about watching him take charge, she realized. Meerkat's toes began to tingle.
RE: not giving in - RIP Bronco - December 22, 2020
As he'd assumed (and perhaps, as he'd hoped) Toad made the decision for the both of them to join with Antares, and take part in the larger group which would stalk around and lay in wait for the birds to be spooked. He couldn't help but wonder if he should have stuck with Meerkat, but at the same time...He knew he couldn't let himself nurture any distrust toward his beta simply because his sister was infatuated with him. Those were personal things, and when it came down to business, he expected everyone to be professional- including himself.
So he prowled and lay concealed, not far from Toad and Charles, waiting for the birds to be rushed toward them so that they would leap out and catch them.
RE: not giving in - Antares - January 11, 2021
Antares was feeling a few sorts of ways--busy, being best of all. There was a new pride that he was finding as he ran beside many of them for some of the first times, and together, they learned each other's rhythms just a bit. A few seconds were a bit tense, him questioning everything like he liked to do, but ultimately, he found them all making really good headway towards the goal of turkey meat. It was short-lived in practice, but when it was time, it seemed to come to him suddenly. He didn't want to stall and have their opportunity escape; the second he thought the opening was right, it was on.
And together in a rush, the events culminated. Teeth and feathers, snarling and bird-noise, the pack descending as they startled the birds into their waiting trap. It went well, from his perspective, and he was quite content in the midst of what was quite a turkey slaughter. A few did flee off into the rest of the woods, but they definitely took their share.
Firefly Glen feasted tonight.
wrapping because of.. everything!! thank you so much everyone