your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Ugh. 2 a.m. post sucks. D:

Verrine had been almost obsessively protective of Julooke since she'd been attacked, and he seldom left her side. Neglecting his duties to the pack had cost him his rank, unfortunately, resulting in a rather dramatic drop from the respected upper tier of their hierarchy to the lowest rank in their pack -- second only to prisoner Ragnar held captive. This annoyed Verrine, but he made no bones about it. It was a small price to pay if it meant he could help Julooke in her recovery and ensure her safety and security. Ranks could be regained later.

He had heard of Ragnar's festival today, and knew he'd be expected to bring something for the feast. Kissing Julooke goodbye, he ducked out of their den early that morning with the intention of doing just that. Since just about everyone in their entire pack was doing the exact same thing, game had been somewhat hard to find because prey animals were not stupid and could sense the heightened danger they were in. It took him much of the morning and afternoon, for he'd had to venture outside of their territory and into the scrubby grasslands that bordered the shoreline. He tracked down a wild sow with a fat young piglet in tow. After watching her for a time to ensure there was not a protective male anywhere nearby, he made his move. It wasn't easy, for the mother was savage and relentless in her efforts to protect her baby, and Verrine acquired a few good cuts and bruises from her. But ultimately he won, killing the young hog with a crushing bite to the back of its neck, and the mother sow moved on, keening her lamentation to the dull roar of the waves in the near distance.

Though the piglet was young, it was still hefty -- at least a good thirty pounds or so -- and it was hard work to drag it all the way back to Stavanger Bay. The sun had begun to set when Ragnar's summoning howl pierced the evening calm, and Verrine finally crossed into his home lands. Much of the pack had already gathered by the time he arrived at the meeting place, and he was glad to see Julooke there. He knew that she felt bad for not bringing anything herself -- she had mentioned it to him earlier that morning, in fact -- but Verrine had brought enough for both of them. He dragged the hoglet to where everyone else had assembled their offerings, bowed his head in respectful greeting to Ragnar, then returned, panting, to sit down beside Julooke. He kissed her and grinned, glad to see her and be with her again.