The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can
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OOc:Personal note: A week or so after Nuata and Njal talk. And a few days more since Nuata and @Haunter met.

Sport was hard to come by in the mountains. Too few game dared scale the rocky faces in fear of faltering in step and plummeting. It was an apprehension any sensible creature had especially towards the end of winter, when the surfaces were slick and the ice was melting away upon the glancing warmth of spring. But there were some choice fodder that braved the dangers none the less, and it was these brave souls that she longed for to make a game possible.

It was not wholly a game, but a task to undertake. As part of her duty to the Vale, it was her turn to hunt and bring back the spoils of her success that others may feast. Her own belly was full, making the task somewhat manageable without the distraction of her own hunger, but there would always the lust for flesh meat not completely stifled. She would simply have to do her best not to let it distract her.

A brave soul indeed had taken step over the mountain ridge, no doubt bounding along on dexterous toes hoping that his tracks would not be easy to follow. But the hunter knew the grounds like her own, the different scents of the mountain. The musk of a lone ram was not difficult to follow. Perhaps a young soul, considering a seasoned elder would have known better. Though young ones were sneaky, always appearing suddenly then dancing away again. It was the ideal sport and prize for a hunter. One she had every intention of claiming as her own, and as she crept within the deeper shadows of the mountain’s ledge, she felt her anticipating growing.

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The wild-mannered wolf was literally running from Swiftcurrent Creek. He wasn't running fast—it was more of a quick, evenly-paced lope—but he was running nonetheless. Running from all the thoughts and emotions being a part of this pack had evoked in him. Few had ever taken the time to spend in Haunter's presence, so he hated (and yet relished) in the feeling of it now. He was afraid now to leave them as often as he tended to do, and found himself spending more and more time within the Creek's confines, wandering less and less even if his body bade him to.

He obeyed his body's lusts now, and escaped, leaving his perilous thoughts behind for some other fool to worry about. Haunter kept his mind as blank as possible, deciding that a hunt would do him well because he had not eaten in over forty-eight hours and was only just now realizing that his caving belly was empty besides anything but the want of food. He found himself at the nearest peak, unconsciously bidden towards his home turf, the type of land and scenery he was most adapted to. And here is where he would hunt.

He was tracking a ram amongst the slopes, careful of his own steps if only because this was a moment to be silent and mindful of ones actions if they wanted to eat. Now was not a time for reckless bounding or heedless exploring. He followed the thin trail as it thickened, and then suddenly another trail mingled with the ram's, and he was alarmed to recognize Xi'nuata's scent. Alarmed because he disliked what the Teekon Wilds was doing to him—making him remember these acquaintances and whatnot.

He was almost afraid to meet her again, but followed the trail(s) regardless because his stomach bid him to. After a while, he wasn't sure whether he was tracking her or the same ram she was tracking. Either way, he followed; and it was too much to hope that she had already caught the meal, because he found himself gazing at her warm, autumn back before spotting the prey. Haunter made a minimal sound at the back of his throat to catch her attention, rather than coming from behind and potentially startling her.
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She was to be mindful of her steps, careful of the weight of her presses to ensure no step too hard would enlighten the prey to her stalking it. As she knew as well as she her hunting methods, silence was key when it came to the springy bounds of the rams. They had an advantage that a wolf did not; smaller feet to allow them ease to scale the mountain walls. Not to mention a balance that still boggled the mind of the mountaineer. Recalling this, she adjusting her steps to be slow… careful… light as the fallen sno-

Then a flash of pale white leapt down from a ledge overhead. Bone horns flailing as its head reared back in defiance of its graceless tumble. The ram had slipped, but it was not completely ‘falling’ more so scrambling on the mountain; an advantage if ever there was one.

Xi’nuata had but a moment to react now to two things at once. The soft calling of the presence nearest to her and the youth making its haphazard way down the mountain. “Left!” she barked, less as an order and more a greeting as she immediately sprang along the right of the ram hoping to catch it from the right as it skid the rock to a low platform below.

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As he made to get Xi'nuata's attention, their quarry suddenly burst from above and started a too-fast downward slide in a perilous attempt to escape entrapment. "Left!" he heard in a barely-loud shout from the Valer as she took to the right of the ram and quickly followed him down. Heeding her excited command—or maybe the urging of his empty belly—the black wolf immediately gave chase, keeping to the creature's left (some paces behind either quarry and the first wolf on the trail) and with markedly less precaution than his sudden hunting partner.

His long legs took him flying, skipping ridges in favor of lower ones, and catching up quicker to the ram than she. With a startled bleat, the horned creature veered right, unknowingly beneath a second pursuer, too frightened of the snarling, snapping shadow on its right to pay much attention to the other mountain-dweller that also begged for its flesh and blood.
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His compliance was without question much to her pleasure, in only that less contest meant for an easier pursuit of their prey. To the advantage of the hunt, his careless descent made for an easier time in heading off the startled ram and at the same time altered tis direction toward her. She had a brief flash of a similar instance in the Vale; the chase that led to the shaky relationship between the paradise dwellers and the Creek. Same as before, her prey was beneath her as she descended from the rocks in more precise bounds. The animal’s sudden veer made for the opportune moment to leap, but no time to prepare only the frenzied grasp for its frightened flesh.

With teeth unfurled, she pushed from the rocks, snapping down when in range to take the back of the animal’s throat. The momentum pushed both the wolf and animal into the rocky ledge, but with the quarry crushed beneath her, flailing and kicking as it attempted to throw her off….

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Xi'nuata came down on the ram, swopping like a golden eagle, and wrapped her jaws firmly about its nape and crushing it beneath her for a moment of its shocked, crying surprise. The creature struggled, as was expected of its innate sense of survival, but if the horned beast had truly wanted to survive, then it should not have crossed the paths of two very-large wolves, each attune to the range of a mountain in their own way. Despite never having been on The Sunspire, Haunter moved as if he knew every rock and path, swiftly descending upon the two of them like the shadow of aforementioned eagle.

His teeth found juicy purchase at the ram's throat, taking a weakened kick into his chest but holding firmly as the animal's lifeblood began to pour liberally through his teeth and down onto the face of the rock beneath their paws. He placed one heavy paw on the dying creature's face and pulled his head back, wrenching out its jugular and immediately killing all light and fight that it had left.

Haunter's tail was up, ramrod-straight, and waving triumphantly. The long hair along his ruff and spine began to relax as the hunt stilled; and his bleeding mouth and moistened chest was a proud testament to their kill. But he looked to Xi'nuata now, despite his hunger, and inclined his muzzle to her slightly—acquiescing that since she had been hunting it first, she could eat first.
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She clung to the back of the throat in earnest, even rolled a bit to the side to draw the struggling beast to its side. The end could come soon either by suffocation of teeth to the throat, though the latter was swifter and more eminent than the former. Though the hunt had been hers in the beginning, she did not mind the assistance, or simply did not care given the adrenaline charge through her veins. Her mind was set on the kill falling still, with came without order as the black wolf descended.

Xi’nuata felt the ram jerk as his throat was taken between hungry jaws. His flailing more erratic though rapidly lessening in intensity. The rich aroma of blood bid she hold hard onto its neck, lest she let up too soon and the ram suddenly bolted free leaving her with naught but a memory of the smell of its blood. Thankfully, it would not be the case.

She waited a moment until the ram went still, the life draining from its body by each droplet of precious blood. When certain, she released her grip and shifted to her belly before rising to all fours. Her eyes were wide and hungry as she looked from Haunter to the fallen ram at their paws. Her stomach did not feel the caving to feast, but instinct compelled her to take action none the less. Her descent was quick, no more than a frenzied sweep of her muzzle into the hollow of its throat, tearing down through tendon and flesh til she reached the warm chest and broke through to a rib. She had chosen to leave the belly intact only due to the fact that the meal needed to be returned. There were others expecting the success of the kill, and while she was keen to share given the effort offered, she was not inclined to short her pack for any other.

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*roadtrips to you!*

The taste of blood on Haunter's lips had him incredibly riled. Having been more or less ignoring his stomach for the past two days left him now in a state of unpredictable impulse. He watched Xi'nuata tear into the animal's chest, and the gore further succeeded to drive the wild creature mad. He began to pace back and forth to control his driving bloodthirst, large paws plodding down heavily on the rock, and his fur standing on end as if his nerves had been electrified.

His yellow eyes were perhaps the most wild thing about him, and he kept his eyes off his temporary hunting companion, lest instinct take over and he randomly chose to fight her for a spot on this meal. Out of respect he was letting her eat first, but the dead ram was not supporting or solidifying his decision. As he turned to pace the other way, he glanced sideways, accidentally meeting Xi'nuata's mis-matched gaze, which only further served to press him over the proverbial edge.

He snarled in vicious challenge and lunged towards the kill's back, placing a large paw on its shoulder and raucously demanding his turn to eat.
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She had known of hunger, but never with the insatiable drive to act beyond a sense of etiquette. There was always some manner of patience regardless of how strongly she hungered for flesh. It was unnerving to have another pace as she feasted, but she had heard tell of this behavior from hunters regarding their waiting subordinates. The rhythmic pace of ‘hurry’, never uttered but implied as they desired whatever scraps they could muster from the carcass once their superiors were finished. In this single instance to bear witness, she found the habit annoying but did not acknowledge it outright. Rather she kept her attention on the open chest instead, glancing up periodically to mind the steps of her companion. Until a bold and hungered flash of haunting gold caught her eye.

Ripping her muzzle from the carcass, she snapped at the invading maw, teeth unfurled and red as they shot out to take hold of the black muzzle by it bridge. Her throat rumbled in warning not unlike the brutish roar of her superior, but her intentions were far kinder than his would have been. Forcefully she drug his nose to the hollowed cavity of the chest then released him with a grunt, indicating sharply where he was allowed to eat since his patience would not render him still. She kept her eyes one him, wide and screening his posture. Her own physique was hunched as if preparing to butt him off if he so much as glanced at the belly of the kill. It was for neither of them, and so she intended to keep it that way. But so much as a nibble as bound to result in more violent consequences then a snatch to the muzzle.

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As her teeth came in contact with his muzzle, Haunter snarled and jerked back on reflex. Though he had not expected her to react in kind to his behavior, he was completely caught off-guard by the physical contact. His eyes were viciously wide, bewildered, if not down right crazy. His spiky fur, which always stood up oddly, was on end from nape to tail-tip as if he had stuck his wet nose into a socket and been electrified.

The surprise he felt almost instantly turned to anger, and the virile black beast was abruptly back in his days as a lone wolf, constantly having to fight to feed himself amongst the packs of competition that had always been laid before him. He would not let her direct him on neutral territory for a kill she had not caught on her own; so the wolf, more volatile than ever on an empty stomach, did not hesitate to lunge again for the ram.

This time, he went for what he wanted and his teeth clenched heavily onto the side of the ram's belly, feeling a satisfactory flow of blood and guts into his mouth while his eyes challengingly sought out Xi'nuata's definite reaction.
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In time, she had become a creature of tolerance, accepting of most things that went beyond her realm of control. Be it the insult of another, or natural disposition, as long as it did not affect her directly, she would accept and endure. But as the dark beast lunged for the ram despite her direction, that tolerance was nil, and in its place a naked rage for this defiance. The efforts for the fall of the kill may have been shared, but there were more than just the two of them that depended on the sweeter, healthy meats.

Without pause, she leapt over the ram towards the stretched dark neck of the male as he descended on the belly. She was not cruel enough to aim for his vital flesh, but more so the back of his throat towards the shoulder. She used the force of her bound in an effort to knock him away from the kill before he delved too deep, all the while letting her thundering chords swell in warning.

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Teeth already buried as they were into the punctured side of the kill, it took Haunter a moment too long to react towards Xi'nuata's swift and violent retaliation against his defiance. She was over the ram and at his nape in an instant, her body vibrating with her verbal warning as she took a considerable amount of his scruff in her jaws and forced him away with the bulk of her weight and the force of her jump.

Jaws tore unwillfully away from pooling flesh, and instead of yanking himself back or rolling over, the black dog's legs locked to keep him standing and his massive head whipped around with teeth flashing to grab her in a spot similar to where she held him now. But his bite knew no lenience, and he aimed at Xi'nuata to cause harm rather than to control as she was doing.
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Quickly the interaction had devolved from a civil state to savage as the songs of tooth and aggression rang out. However different the reason, the desired result was the same; for either to have their way over the other in the presence of the fallen flesh.

Her bite had sought its mark, but lacked the malicious intentions of her counterpart. She had not yet the heart to cause unnecessary pain to another. This was not life or death, no threat beyond the carrion was apparent. Yet there was such righteous anger in the startling golden eyes. Once wide with the chase, now hardened by ferocity. She was unnerved by his determination to lay claim to the meat, yet would not allow it to overcome her. As he swing his head, and grasped for her throat, she felt instead the fury of his bite against her neck. Her yelp, an indication that it punctured through tan fur. By luck of size, there was enough fat to keep his incisors from reaching deeper in to bone, but the sting of tearing flesh was unavoidable.

Sucking in the pained gasp, she craned her neck back and to the side as she attempted to grasp for an ear that was no longer present. Yet she was relentless, straining against the pull of his teeth instead to turned deeper in by her front and try for a swipe at his side with a heavily laid paw.

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I hate making you wait, mi amor! I'm sorry <3

This was exactly what he had had to do his entire life to feed himself. This moment was everything he dreaded and reveled in. And this was Haunter in his truest of natures—vicious, ruthless, determined... hungry. This was no fault of Xi'nuata's and if the black wolf had a conscious choice in the matter, she would be one of the last wolves he would have attacked; but as it were, he had spiraled violently out of control, and had his teeth now at her neck, feeling small rivulets of her blood as they slid down his lips.

The metallic, unpleasant taste jarred his consciousness into something more than a hungry animal. The taste of another wolf's blood had always repulsed him, and he never got used to it no matter how many times he had tasted it. She was pulling from him now, teeth grazing the top of his skull as she sought to grab an ear that wasn't there, and his grip on her was loosening because the taste of her repelled the savage thirst inside him. He swallowed, hard, and was knocked breathless by a massive paw as Xi'nuata used her predisposed strength to send him back.

Haunter leaped back from her contact, his hind paws coming dangerously close to the end of their ridge, though he took no notice. His wild eyes saw the disproportion of her neck now, and how his jaws had left that side slick with his saliva and a little of her blood. Regret pulsed through him, but it was not strong enough to overcome his desire to win. To eat. Every single hair on his body stood on end, and he snarled angrily at the Vale wolf, bidding her to back off.

His eyes moved back and forth between her and the kill, as if he thought he could get past Xi'nuata and steal the whole thing down the mountain faster than she could retaliate. Impossible, of course, but the cartoon still played in his head like reality.
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OOC: No worries my sweet! <3 I know you've been busy

Never had she been compelled to fight like this over a portion of meat. It had been her place within her mountain pack to wait until it was turn to feed. Even in the Vale there was no cause for conflict when feeding. There was an order that all knew and had become accustomed to. But this… this savagery was something new to her altogether. To witness the hunger of wolves was one thing, but to be on the end of it, to be that force that kept one from filling their belly, was an entirely different danger altogether. And yet, she would not back down from it, regardless of how she had come to favor the Creek male. Regardless of how senseless this scrap was to her eyes.

Granted a moment by her blow to recoil, she stepped back with but a paw and raised her head defiantly, yet the simply act elicited a great deal of pain from the wound left from his bite. Her neck was throbbing beneath the slick fur, and like an itch it crept outward from its source.

She watched with wide eyes as he braced himself again, wild eyes dancing between her and the kill perhaps weighing his chances to steal the carcass. But she could not have that scenario play out. Carefully, with teeth bared, she lowered her head over the kill then slapped a heavy paw over its head as she plunged her muzzle into its open throat. Her eyes never strayed from the tense male, even as she felt around the cooling throat for a favorable portion of its flesh. It felt like minutes, but no more than seconds passed as she ripped out her muzzle with flesh in maw and tossed it purposefully toward the angered male. She stifled a wince as best as she was able, yet there was no denying the pain brought on by his bite. But she could not rest, not when the air was this charged with tension.

Lapping her quivering muzzle, she inched alongside the lying meat, raising her heavy paw and placed it instead along the belly of the prey. And there she stood over it, tensed and watchful, leaving the throat and chest open to take but guarded its belly as the treasure it was.


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I'll start us a new thread ASAP!

Haunter, stupidly, was a wolf lacking compromise. It was either one way or the other for him and he simply could not see it any other way. It was a strange thing to see a wolf—anyone, really—in turmoil over a decision where there was clearly a smart choice and a choice only chosen out of morbid idiocy. The lanky inkblot faced this choice now:

He could take the position Xi'nuata was offering him, and sate his hunger hear and now. Or he could let his ego control his actions and either take what he wanted to leave since it wasn't worth fighting her for.

So there was more than two choices he could make, but essentially the results would be the same. He would get injured and go hungry, get injured and be fed, be fed, or simply go hungry. He knew what the smart choice was, but his pride wouldn't let him choose it and he found himself baring his teeth in ugly concede to Xi'nuata's wishes (but only half of them.)

It was not her intention not to share the kill at all with him, but the selfish shadow wanted what he wanted and wouldn't take less than what he felt was deserved. Tasting her blood on his lips, he felt the final wave of guilt that made him turn and leave instead of fight her. Had it been any other wolf outside his pack, Haunter would've shown relentless gall. But this was Xi'nuata. The autumn duchess of the mountains...

Haunter wordlessly loped away, his one ear pulled back and his mind ignorant of anything besides his feet and how they took him swiftly in descent back towards the Creek.
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She could only watch as the dark male took his leave. Her offering went ignored as did the carcass itself in favor of an unsatisfied retreat from their kill. Confusion knocked brows as she dared to let herself relax, her eyes on his tail end until it was completely gone from sight. She did not understand how pride could have kept one from eating, having never let it consume her, herself. It was… just strange. She would not have driven him off, but such scenarios were for the mind to entertain.

Reluctantly, she turned from the edge and looked again to the fallen billy. With muzzle raised she sent a call to her brethren of the Vale to come and feast, or at least assist her in returning the bounty home. But not before severing a leg from the prey, and leaving it nearest the edge should Haunter return to the scene.

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