Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

will we roll dice, or just rp the hunt
Lost power last night, my computer died and took with it my post, from here on out I'll be putting it in word rather then just typing into the reply window. ugh....

Wordlessly she shadowed along side his masculine form, her stride easily matching his, though she had little experience traveling with others. With practiced ease her paw steps only lightly kissed the ground, making very little noise. She did not bother slowing down to scent, she trusted in the skills of her companion.


She watched his demeanour change and the subtle shift of the tension of his form, she could tell he thrilled in the hunt almost as much as her. The flow of blood on her tongue, the leak of life as she claimed the very soul of her prey and took their body for her own. Yes the hunt was good.

Deer was an extravagance a singular wolf could not often enjoy. The memory of sweet taste of deer made her mouth water, despite herself her tail swayed with her eagerness.

She nodded, the thrill of the hunt and the kill was enticing, her tongue slipped out over her lips as if she were testing the sharpness of her teeth.

 She flowed toward the herd her pelt making her nigh invisible to the forms they stalked in his moved slowly enough. She made sure not to pay to close attention for to long on any one particular deer, she did not want their sixth sense to kick in just yet. She watched the male as they circled closer, waiting for him to choose their target, allowing him to take point on this hunt.