Firefly Glen [BWP P5] WHITEOUT v1

Link to roll, rolled 15! Consent to PP given. Entrance post

 

Hydra oft explored and patrolled the Glen, it being an extension of Moonspear's territory; the Queen ranged within it now, accompanied by @Arcturus. Tracking seemed futile, but she had caught wind of something. There were no tracks to go by however, and with visibility being what it was this was no easy task before them. But she was nothing if not persistent and did not give up in the task at hand. The snow itself was nothing she was not used to traversing within, and though it was bitterly cold Hydra was not deterred by it and warmed by the exertion of their task. Several hours went into the task at hand, and the going was all the more slow due to the inclement weather.

Miles they ranged together, as was the way of the wolf—though upon drawing nearer to Moonspear, the Ostrega she-wolf heard its panicked sounds. From there it did not take them long to find it; she blinked past the snow and assessed, circling loosely. The lack of movement made it clear that their quarry was entombed by the snow. For a time there was a standoff; in that timeframe, the duo tested the creature before them that looked so lethargic. Even still Hydra was mindful as she drew nearer, knowing that one good quick was the other needed to injure either of them; in far better health than the doe, and recognizing there was no fight left at all in the squalling thing before them, Hydra closed in for the kill. Its scent revealed that the animal before them was not carrying anything adverse, and so she, she acted.

This part of their hunt was quite quick, the takedown itself anticlimactic. Her brother helped where needed, though the animal seemed to have accepted its fate the minute her teeth found it. A lower note invited Moonspear wolves to join them here, though offered little explanation other than that. She wanted her hunters to eat; it seemed fortune was shifting, and perhaps this meant the return of its kind. To feed the bellies of her children, she would need to feed her pack. Hydra glanced to her brother, on guard as she stepped protectively over the animal, though left room for him to begin to tear into it. The thing was still living, and now they were at its back. Its cloven-hooves could be an unpleasant surprise for any who rushed in to their prize as it flailed futilely, but they could begin to eat here. Red bloomed against snow-white, and it could no longer sound off its alarm.