She wanders, unassuming but alert. Hunger clings to her, an ever present pest, unshakeable not matter what manner of small game she manages to capture and consume. She tries, but she is and always has been small and by trade she is a scout, not a hunter. How she has sustained herself for this long with neither her pack nor her brothers is a mystery to her.
The pale agouti is aware of the looming clouds and the likelihood of rainshowers that they hold. She hopes the humidity will amplify scents, and to her chagrin, it does. She smells blood, the blood of a ram. Saliva pools around her tongue, but the female knows not to get her hopes up. The scent can very well be the result of minor injury and she has no chance of taking down a large, able-bodied animal on her own. She follows the odor a few paces before taking note of wolf-scent lingering with it. These discoveries excite, intrigue, and frighten her all at once.
footsteps that are not her own are the next thing to come to her attention. Tseitel finds herself trotting several feet parallel to a swarthy male sauntering along the same track. Knowing that this could be good or bad, she casts her ghostly eyes towards him, hoping for some sort of recognition or communication. She will not - and cannot - challenge him, but she can help him, with the possibilty of earning a result favorable to her own needs.
The pale agouti is aware of the looming clouds and the likelihood of rainshowers that they hold. She hopes the humidity will amplify scents, and to her chagrin, it does. She smells blood, the blood of a ram. Saliva pools around her tongue, but the female knows not to get her hopes up. The scent can very well be the result of minor injury and she has no chance of taking down a large, able-bodied animal on her own. She follows the odor a few paces before taking note of wolf-scent lingering with it. These discoveries excite, intrigue, and frighten her all at once.
footsteps that are not her own are the next thing to come to her attention. Tseitel finds herself trotting several feet parallel to a swarthy male sauntering along the same track. Knowing that this could be good or bad, she casts her ghostly eyes towards him, hoping for some sort of recognition or communication. She will not - and cannot - challenge him, but she can help him, with the possibilty of earning a result favorable to her own needs.
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