maybe a hunting ( or an attempted hunt at the very least! ) thread? :-)
it's mid-afternoon when silkie finally grows bored. he's been chewing on and suckling the marrow out of a fresh bone for about an hour and his jaw aches from the exercise. he inhales deeply and lets it out in a heavy sigh, nosing the bone half-heartedly away from him. his salmon pink tongue draws across his jowls as he stretches and considers mid-stretch about taking a nap. but that sounds even more boring that continuing to chew at the bone. he wants to get out of hougeda. romp around. stretch his legs beyond the stretches he just finished from where he lays on his belly. with that resolution in mind he pushes himself to his paws with a soft grunt, stretches again and lopes blithely to the yawning mouth of the communal denning area. he squints his eyes as the onslaught of the sun is bright and momentarily unforgiving before his eyes adjust. he's not hungry but he has a sudden desire to hunt nevertheless. with a goal in mind ( not that he's thought far enough ahead to know what he wants to hunt ) silkie continues on his selected at random path hoping he might stumble across a fresh-ish trail of some small, unsuspecting woodland critter.
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