August 01, 2013, 11:50 AM
Being a butt and assuming that Zombie joined Alo after dis thread and that she's been given more food by Alo, at least. Just want to keep things moving for Zomb~
She had decided to follow Alo, the very moment that she had laid nourishment at her feet. It was different, somehow, the way the older female had done it—there was not even a hint of pity in the leader's actions. Only a deep kindness, a purity that Zombie could sense (though could not quite understand). Ultimately, Alo was the first wolf to make the yearling feel as though she deserved to live, though Zombie didn't quite believe that herself.
Over the past week (or so), Alo had made sure to keep the yearling's belly full. Zombie would eat to appease her, but the first few times it had made the girl sick—her body, so used to near-nothing, was still adjusting to the nourishment she now provided it. Sometimes, she would instinctively store the meat in caches despite the hunger gnawing at her insides. Zombie would insist that she had eaten everything, but it was hard to tell whether the Alpha believed her.
She nosed at one of the caches now, the scent of the meat beneath the earth enticing her and making her mouth water.
She had decided to follow Alo, the very moment that she had laid nourishment at her feet. It was different, somehow, the way the older female had done it—there was not even a hint of pity in the leader's actions. Only a deep kindness, a purity that Zombie could sense (though could not quite understand). Ultimately, Alo was the first wolf to make the yearling feel as though she deserved to live, though Zombie didn't quite believe that herself.
Over the past week (or so), Alo had made sure to keep the yearling's belly full. Zombie would eat to appease her, but the first few times it had made the girl sick—her body, so used to near-nothing, was still adjusting to the nourishment she now provided it. Sometimes, she would instinctively store the meat in caches despite the hunger gnawing at her insides. Zombie would insist that she had eaten everything, but it was hard to tell whether the Alpha believed her.
She nosed at one of the caches now, the scent of the meat beneath the earth enticing her and making her mouth water.
August 22, 2013, 04:19 PM
It was kind of them to let him stay, but Kingfisher was not a wolf who sought kindness. Kindness to complete strangers was against the way of things. Kingfisher should have been made to earn his position as Sigma of Ookaan. The title held no significance if he had done nothing to deserve it, and so he could muster very little pride in having been given the rank. He could stir no feelings of loyalty to the pack or to the place, the sprawling meadow that Ookaan called home, and so he spent little time within its boundaries.
Today, however, an unusually heavy thunderstorm had swept through in the morning, and now although the rain was only a fine mist, the surrounding lands were soggy and unpleasant to traverse. Kingfisher had made the decision to sleep the long afternoon hours away, but rest was elusive. He shuffled this way and that in his cramped but relatively dry den to no avail, and late afternoon found the silvered male striding through Wapun Meadow, reluctantly becoming a bit more familiar with Ookaan's chosen territory.
His emerald eyes took in the tall grass that bowed down with the weight of clinging raindrops, but rainy fields were everywhere and he found nothing very special about this one. The afternoon had warmed up and was now both hot and moist, and so the air was thick and muggy, and he was beginning to regret even this excursion. As he was ready to turn back to his den, the tawny form of another wolf caught his eye. The DeMonte wolf hesitated for a moment, standing indecisively several paces away from the stranger, an overly-thin female. He didn't feel sociable enough to initiate conversation on his own, but he decided to wait for a moment to see if she acknowledged him, or if he could continue unharried on his way.
Today, however, an unusually heavy thunderstorm had swept through in the morning, and now although the rain was only a fine mist, the surrounding lands were soggy and unpleasant to traverse. Kingfisher had made the decision to sleep the long afternoon hours away, but rest was elusive. He shuffled this way and that in his cramped but relatively dry den to no avail, and late afternoon found the silvered male striding through Wapun Meadow, reluctantly becoming a bit more familiar with Ookaan's chosen territory.
His emerald eyes took in the tall grass that bowed down with the weight of clinging raindrops, but rainy fields were everywhere and he found nothing very special about this one. The afternoon had warmed up and was now both hot and moist, and so the air was thick and muggy, and he was beginning to regret even this excursion. As he was ready to turn back to his den, the tawny form of another wolf caught his eye. The DeMonte wolf hesitated for a moment, standing indecisively several paces away from the stranger, an overly-thin female. He didn't feel sociable enough to initiate conversation on his own, but he decided to wait for a moment to see if she acknowledged him, or if he could continue unharried on his way.
September 10, 2013, 02:41 PM
Sorry for taking so long to respond to this. I guess we can bump this up to a little bit before the pack disbands? My first post might kinda contradict this one, but whatever...
Time was a slippery thing, and even more so for Zombie as malnourished as she was; what felt like merely a few weeks to the yearling was actually more like a month. The hunger that carved at her belly now, that caused her to disrupt the caches she had created, was because Alo had not come by to offer her a meal in quite some time. If that fact became apparent to Zombie, it would only reinforce the odd behaviors she had developed concerning food.
As she was carefully pulling a hunk of weeks-old rabbit from the cache, mouth-watering, her ears caught the sound of someone approaching. Zombie abandoned the retrieval, spinning to see who it was... Alo, maybe, which meant she would need to deny the cache's existence. She had been eating everything; she had! But the wolf that greeted her was not Alo, or any other wolf she had ever seen before.
She bared her teeth awkwardly, and gave an unpracticed growl, "This is my food."
He gave her no response, other than perhaps an odd look, and continued on his way. For a moment her instincts kept her frozen—chase and show aggression, or simply continue chewing at the hunks of meat retrieved from the cache. In the end, hunger won out, and the pair simply passed like ships in the night.
Time was a slippery thing, and even more so for Zombie as malnourished as she was; what felt like merely a few weeks to the yearling was actually more like a month. The hunger that carved at her belly now, that caused her to disrupt the caches she had created, was because Alo had not come by to offer her a meal in quite some time. If that fact became apparent to Zombie, it would only reinforce the odd behaviors she had developed concerning food.
As she was carefully pulling a hunk of weeks-old rabbit from the cache, mouth-watering, her ears caught the sound of someone approaching. Zombie abandoned the retrieval, spinning to see who it was... Alo, maybe, which meant she would need to deny the cache's existence. She had been eating everything; she had! But the wolf that greeted her was not Alo, or any other wolf she had ever seen before.
She bared her teeth awkwardly, and gave an unpracticed growl, "This is my food."
He gave her no response, other than perhaps an odd look, and continued on his way. For a moment her instincts kept her frozen—chase and show aggression, or simply continue chewing at the hunks of meat retrieved from the cache. In the end, hunger won out, and the pair simply passed like ships in the night.
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