August 03, 2020, 07:17 PM
Dominika smelled the enticing scent of meat on the wind. Living flesh. A deer. A stag. Dominika was alone—without a pack. And without a pack, the idea of taking down a deer was… impossible. But the perfectionist side of her always shone through in moments like this. It was why she shunned pack life. She had always felt that doing things her own way was better. And if she messed up, then she’d be the only one who got hurt.
It was summer, and she was full enough on the hares and other small creatures she had hunted recently. But she knew she should keep her hunting skills sharp. She would not hunt this creature to kill it—only to observe and to keep her body in top form. She turned towards the scent and began to trot in the direction of the stag. Soon, she saw it, bending its head down to eat the grass at its hooves.
She stood, taut, ears erect and forward. She hardly breathed. She watched.
It was summer, and she was full enough on the hares and other small creatures she had hunted recently. But she knew she should keep her hunting skills sharp. She would not hunt this creature to kill it—only to observe and to keep her body in top form. She turned towards the scent and began to trot in the direction of the stag. Soon, she saw it, bending its head down to eat the grass at its hooves.
She stood, taut, ears erect and forward. She hardly breathed. She watched.
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