November 08, 2018, 07:04 PM
He'd spied the wolf earlier, trailing after him as he investigated the Sweep, and even watched as he entertained a chubby youth not too far from there; but the beast remained hidden. He could've gone for @Bat instead, there had been ample time, but the cat knew he could get something bigger and better, more satisfying, if he was patient. So the creature lurked in the wood, and when Ambrose departed north he followed — slinking in pursuit, letting him have ample space.
There was a moment of indecision when the cat caught up to Ambrose, seeing him loitering with a few other wolves. Perhaps he had missed his chance at a good meal, at the warmth of wolf meat for his hungry belly. He did not follow them after that — choosing instead to hide out in the woods to the north of the plateau where he could hoist himself in to the higher branches of some trees clustered together. There, he waited. His hunger grew through his thinning patience until he was made of frustration and need, but he thought he'd never see the wolf again.
But fate had other plans. The cat could smell him on the wind as he made his approach, and dragged himself out of the tree, climbing with careful grips of his claws and forelegs across the trunk, leaving gouges in the wood high above. He landed and began to prowl again, sifting through the dark — watching the wolf, and biding his time. It did not take long before the swarthy creature entered the woodland, unaware of the dangers.
The ensuing battle was quick, but it was not painless. One could argue that the blood lining the forest was not entirely canine; it could've been more of a mixture, or perhaps all of it was the beast's, but in the end nobody was there to see the chaos nor hear the battle that took place. The uproar of birds taking wing was the only sign that something was happening — and afterwards, there was only a solemn quiet that descended across the woods.
An hour or so later, the cat was stalking through the trees and heading north again, blood staining his face.
There was a moment of indecision when the cat caught up to Ambrose, seeing him loitering with a few other wolves. Perhaps he had missed his chance at a good meal, at the warmth of wolf meat for his hungry belly. He did not follow them after that — choosing instead to hide out in the woods to the north of the plateau where he could hoist himself in to the higher branches of some trees clustered together. There, he waited. His hunger grew through his thinning patience until he was made of frustration and need, but he thought he'd never see the wolf again.
But fate had other plans. The cat could smell him on the wind as he made his approach, and dragged himself out of the tree, climbing with careful grips of his claws and forelegs across the trunk, leaving gouges in the wood high above. He landed and began to prowl again, sifting through the dark — watching the wolf, and biding his time. It did not take long before the swarthy creature entered the woodland, unaware of the dangers.
The ensuing battle was quick, but it was not painless. One could argue that the blood lining the forest was not entirely canine; it could've been more of a mixture, or perhaps all of it was the beast's, but in the end nobody was there to see the chaos nor hear the battle that took place. The uproar of birds taking wing was the only sign that something was happening — and afterwards, there was only a solemn quiet that descended across the woods.
An hour or so later, the cat was stalking through the trees and heading north again, blood staining his face.
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right here all along - by RIP Firefly - November 08, 2018, 06:55 PM
RE: right here all along - by Zugzwang - November 08, 2018, 07:04 PM