July 04, 2016, 03:56 PM
hallo hallo! :)
There were noises of a wolf not intending to keep himself hidden, and so Menta was well aware and on guard by the time he made himself quite visible in front of her. The cream had warily lifted her head from her now half-finished meal, not entirely pleased that her attention needed to be called away from her prize, and looked over the stranger. He wore an outfit that she had been wearing as a lone wolf until all too recently even with the slow return of prey - a frame that wanted more meat to fill it, a hunger from too much energy spent with no fruitful reward other than still being alive.
And so her brain bounced from sympathy - okay, pity, really, at this point - and annoyance at his aggressive interruption. He was much closer than she figured she would have approached a pack wolf, especially one that clearly was filling back out and in no such desperate need. Menta was much bigger than most females she had met around here even as she figured she only bordered on average back home, and while she had never needlessly thrown her weight around, she had fought her way up the family ranks just fine.
Sexist prick, undoubtedly, she thought to herself as her yellow eyes remained cool and muscles taut. He was handsome enough, she supposed, although it didn't matter much to her at the moment - perhaps for a pretty female, her tune may have changed. Chewing over her thoughts just as she had been chewing over duck bone, Menta figured it was worthwhile to throw a literal bone just to be rid of the hassle. It went against her lone wolf pride, but she was no longer the hungry lone wolf before her - if anything, her pride remained steady in the knoweldege that she was a pack wolf again who needed no such charity.
You can have the head, the Italian wolf told him before she deftly snapped the portion off of the bloody duck and chucked it to a little to his right. Her eyes never left the dark form before her, keeping patient watch over his next move, and her body was held still. The rest of this was hers.
There were noises of a wolf not intending to keep himself hidden, and so Menta was well aware and on guard by the time he made himself quite visible in front of her. The cream had warily lifted her head from her now half-finished meal, not entirely pleased that her attention needed to be called away from her prize, and looked over the stranger. He wore an outfit that she had been wearing as a lone wolf until all too recently even with the slow return of prey - a frame that wanted more meat to fill it, a hunger from too much energy spent with no fruitful reward other than still being alive.
And so her brain bounced from sympathy - okay, pity, really, at this point - and annoyance at his aggressive interruption. He was much closer than she figured she would have approached a pack wolf, especially one that clearly was filling back out and in no such desperate need. Menta was much bigger than most females she had met around here even as she figured she only bordered on average back home, and while she had never needlessly thrown her weight around, she had fought her way up the family ranks just fine.
Sexist prick, undoubtedly, she thought to herself as her yellow eyes remained cool and muscles taut. He was handsome enough, she supposed, although it didn't matter much to her at the moment - perhaps for a pretty female, her tune may have changed. Chewing over her thoughts just as she had been chewing over duck bone, Menta figured it was worthwhile to throw a literal bone just to be rid of the hassle. It went against her lone wolf pride, but she was no longer the hungry lone wolf before her - if anything, her pride remained steady in the knoweldege that she was a pack wolf again who needed no such charity.
You can have the head, the Italian wolf told him before she deftly snapped the portion off of the bloody duck and chucked it to a little to his right. Her eyes never left the dark form before her, keeping patient watch over his next move, and her body was held still. The rest of this was hers.
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in the belly of the beast - by Menta - July 01, 2016, 03:27 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Jagoda - July 03, 2016, 11:40 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Menta - July 04, 2016, 03:56 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Jagoda - July 05, 2016, 04:59 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Menta - July 06, 2016, 04:14 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Jagoda - July 07, 2016, 08:03 AM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Menta - July 11, 2016, 12:38 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Jagoda - July 12, 2016, 01:01 PM
RE: in the belly of the beast - by Menta - July 14, 2016, 10:25 AM