December 11, 2019, 07:38 AM
(This post was last modified: December 11, 2019, 07:54 AM by Finnick.)
For @Leta, and @Arlette if you want in~
I'm sorry if the quality drops a bit towards the end there, I'm about to head to bed XD
A burgundy nose snuffled half-heartedly at the snow between two large paws, white enough that they all but merged into the snow beneath them, followed by a starving sigh and a shiver from the tall form as a gale attacked his face. The ice that nipped at the pink of his paws and the frosting wind that chilled his well-wintered pelt was not unusual to Finnick; he had lived in the forever-snowed mountains of Skyguard all his life, after all, but the hunger... The hunger tore at his stomach like carrion crows to a carcass. It seemed as if every step he took was met with a protesting gurgle, a bubbling broth of bile that gnawed desperately at the walls of his stomach as if threatening to claw its way out of him and find food for itself.I'm sorry if the quality drops a bit towards the end there, I'm about to head to bed XD
"I'm sorry," the young he-wolf whimpered to nobody. It was a habit of his, this apologising; he couldn't help that he was hungry, and he doubted his stomach would pay heed to his sorries anyway, but as always the words stalked readily on the tip of his tongue, ready to pounce the moment his lips had parted.
If only he knew how to hunt...
The ever-present depication that festered his mind spoke, "Look at you, you're useless, Finnick."
Part of him argued back: "It's not your fault."
"Yes it is," the opposing side of his mind returned, "You're the one who can't hunt."
The male shook his head, soft features batting away flakes of snow in hopes that the voices would quiet. It seemed to work, at least for now, and the starving youth resumed his snow-trudging and ground-sniffing.
It had seemed like eons before, upon a sleeping aspen, something other than snow, excrement, or wolf tickled his nose.
And oh, what a sweet smell it was! Finnick had never thought he'd be so happy to scent sickness and death! And was that... Blood?! Metallic, delicious-smelling, mouth-watering - Yes! His heart soared with joy at the revelation, and he could've sworn his stomach had flipped and danced in celebration with him.
Weight lifted, the lavender-like wolf sprang into a trot, his bounced steps lighter than air, his tail flagging out behind him, and his mind focused on nothing but the trail and the daydreams of a full belly.
And then, there it was.
A scraggly mess of bones and skin.
The sheep had died of disease, even from lengths away Finnick could smell as much, as well as the stench of fox mingled with the delectable flesh. The meat was all but gone, ravaged by the vuples, leaving nothing beyond a single, gangly thigh.
Finnick was too hungry to care - a starved-thin thigh was more than he'd had since he'd fled Skyguard, and regardless, if he hesitated any longer one of the scavengers might return; then the youth would be empty-bellied for another day.
So without another thought, the male bolted forward, all senses blind to anything but the heart-thumping anticipation of meat on his tongue.
December 12, 2019, 12:01 PM
@Leta let me know if the slight pp if ok or not!
Arlette liked to take Leta on trips outside of the borders. She was not as adventurous as her other siblings had been but Arlette did like to explore the neighboring territories. Plus, she liked to help her mother to look for signs of deer or bison. She was not that keen on hunting but knowing that when if they returned it would make everyone better, she was willing to look for them. Perhaps even help hunting them if she was needed to take the bison down.
She decided that it would be fun and good for Leta to go with her. She nudged her sister as she crossed into the woods that was called Fox's glade. "Okay lets look for deer tracks, they might be in this forest," she instructed her sister. Arlette went on to look for any tracks or maybe poop that would indicate that the deer had fully returned to their lands, and neighboring land. The female lifted face when she found a scent that was mixed with a hint of deer. Clearly it was another wolf.
After following the scent she soon found the one belonging to the scent and he was trying to scavenge the bits of morsels of food of a leg. Arlette huffed in greeting, she was usual friendly to strangers, however she did step a bit before her younger sister if this stranger would want to attack them.
December 12, 2019, 03:09 PM
'Kay,Leta rejoined, happy to join Arlette. Lately she had kept in her company, if not her brothers, wanting to be of help to their mother and father. That Arlette had another father was unknown to Leta. Each of her siblings were regarded as fullblooded, and nothing else. She trailed after Arlette, watching her and then following her lead. She knew the basics from her mother, but it helped to see things in action. That Arlette did the same as their mother only furthered Leta's belief that her parents knew everything—
Nevermind the fact that Valette had naturally taught Arlette once upon a time—
and so, she copied her. Leta was engrossed in the task, the myriad of scents quite confusing. One was strongest of all but Leta was not much of a tracker yet, and she scrunched her brow at it. The mocha girl turned to look to Arlette who was now on the move. The young girl trailed her, not needing to be asked to know what to do. She paused over the area Arlette had, noting the new scent but not attaching any meaning to it yet...
Until there was another ahead. Leta's tail waved left and right; beside Arlette, or any of her family, she felt a little more bold. She bounded several steps ahead (Arlette quick to step in front of her), and as her sister chuffed Leta cheerily greeted:
Hi!!!
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