Moonspear Nothing personal

this post is kind of ....all over the place. xD

Tev did not typically make a habit of venturing out into the light of the day, though the dreary and omnipresent gray clouds that hung like a dense, darkened blanket in the sky made it easier for Tev to see. The time had gotten away from him, and though he, after pulling a night shift, was tired and ready to head back to his den and fall into a deep slumber that would, no doubt, bring with it vivid dreams his task at hand wasn't yet finished. He finished burying a rabbit he'd caught in a cache nearest to where he'd taken it down. It had been a scrawny thing, but not malnourished. Perhaps, like him, it had been an adolescent, almost but not yet to it's adulthood. The age of his prey was something he took into account for — at least when it came to big prey, anyway. The young, the sick, and the elderly were always the best to go after for obvious reasons. They stood less of a chance of slipping out of a patient wolf's grasp though it had happened before. Giving up on prey was not something that Tev would ever take, nor a decision that he would make, lightly; but there was a limit to how far he would chase it especially if the situation didn't look good for him.

A good hunter knew when he was defeated, just as a good warrior did; but then again Tev fancied himself a Berserker like his father, though Tev understood that Berserkers fought until their death, but without fear of it — a condition no doubt nurtured by their culture and further fueled by the mushrooms they were known to consume. 

Still, there was no guilt for taking the life of the rabbit. It was apart of survival of the fittest. It was the natural order of life and death, and it's death would give one of the Moonspear wolves food and thus, life. Nothing had ever seemed to feel guilty about nearly taking his life and so he would not feel guilty about any lives he might take. With the cache as it had been when he'd found it, marked but covered he turned from it, continuing on though this time his destination was his den, only to find himself shrugging into a clearing and give pause when the silhouette of a dark figure was easily depicted from the gray in which it would have so easily melded too if he were of a lighter shade. The young Viking opted for silence, trying to discern if this pack-mate was one that he knew yet or not, though the scent was familiar he was not sure that he had a name to place to it.