Lake Rodney My Royces' Rolled

Hunting thread, mainly observation
Perhaps someone from Roangeda? <3
Date: 16/11/19

She watched the herd of deer, drinking water and being rather cautious about themselves. They must be migrating woodlands for the winter and it seemed they were moving towards Haunted Wood after the rutting on the nearby fen.
Little did she know that the fen had been claimed by another pack.

The Lieutenant watched the deer cough, mucus dripping from their noses. A sickness plagued them. Would it infect herself and the pack if consumed? Would they all become sick, and maybe die? 
She'd take the risk.
Right now, they seemed calm enough that they'd just move out of her way if she moved closer. Moving closer to the Haunted Woods and the hungry pack.

So I rolled a 30/50 hp damage roll for this thread. Gonna make it interesting.

Pool hadn't felt this energized in a while. Perhaps it was the food or simply having a place to rest safely when she needed to but either way she was filling out slowly and helping out more. That day she had been outside of the territory and had heard the grunts and bellows of prey and followed it back to the pack spotting a she wolf already scoping it out. She was close to Roangeda but she wasn't quite there yet, plus her scent was somewhat familiar it took a moment to place but she realised this woman knew the man she had quite the satisfying time with. Her tail gave a single sway, partially raised as she circled to place herself close to Roangeda just as a silent statement and looked to the Elk. She studied it and saw the mucusy snout and the fluttery, quick breathing. The cough caused her ears to prick and she pinned them back, knowing a sick animal when she saw one. Yet...it looked alert enough she knew the meat would be appreciated by everyone if it was good. Torn she remained silent and decided she'd help take it down and take a share for herself, testing the meat on her own and warning everyone of the chance of sickness. "Split evenly?" she asked looking to the she wolf and silently praying that she'd agree. 

 

 

Her ears twisted to the voice. She knew that she was approached and couldn't care less really. As long as they didn't go charging into the herd and scatter them too much for her to control them in the right direction.
She wanted a share.

Finally, Vanity looked at the pale wolfess, her ruby eyes watching her pointedly. Pack wolf.
"You should hunt with your pack." She mused, her accent licking at her words with her slight irritation. She wanted to do this her way. But she must be desperate and pack numbers weak if she was asking for a stranger's help. She licked her lips, thinking.

If they could make a kill now, it would mean she could take something back for the caches which would help everyone for a real hunt... "Fine. But drive them against the lake and pick off the one that won't go in." Really, they could use another pair of fangs to prevent them from slipping through the net she wanted to make. But these were only whitetails and would be easy enough for the pair. They were already north, as Vanity had placed herself ready to press them down towards Haunted Woods when she felt inclined to do so. It would be easy enough.

She gave the woman a quick tilt of the head, ready for her to join her in making the herd move.

"It is sick...too many could spread it. I want one." she spoke evenly her eyes falling upon the she wolf for a moment regarding her warily before rolling her eyes and listening to the instructions. She nodded and circled off through the trees watching the heard and then bursting from the treeline behind them. She sprinted toward them her tail streaming running from side to side to startle them in together and bursting forward with a snarl and snapping at their hocks. There were three close to her and she worked quick and nimble, rushing from left to right and inbetween herding them so that they ran with bites and quick tears of her fangs. They bleated and wailed leaping and kicking, hooves striking her chest a couple times though she worked through it.

As she reached the lake one of the does threw herself into the water and splashed for the other side while she lunged for one of the others staggered with fear. She yanked it's leg shaking violently and releasing to tackle the other one, sinking her fangs into its throat as the other one struggled to stand on an injured limb. She yelped as the doe slammed her head back headbutting her.

Soon, they were away. Moving into position to cause fear and quick reactions from the deer. Panic. It was essential to the plan. Pool emerged from one side and Vanity from the other, pressing towards the herd. Moving back and forth to keep them in the right direction. Being small, she could avoid most of the panicked hooves, as well as being smart enough to not get too close, but barked instead to make them panic. Make them think she was closer. 

Then, they started moving in. The stag lept in after the doe, and a few others followed with hesitation. They were right to being safe in the water. Pool lunged for a doe, and Vanity too made her move. She had a clear path to leap up onto its neck, and so she did, throwing her lithe form up to hang from the jugular with a growl, scraping for purchase against her hide. If she could get her nails into her, get a secure footing, she could rip the jugular and cause more damage which could end the hunt there and then.

The doe threw herself up and Vanity lost her grip on her neck, dropping to the floor underneath the hooves. They clattered onto her, knocking the breath from her. The adrenaline made her shoot away from the danger, pain searing through her. Still, she rounded back to attack again, this time on the foreleg. She darted forward, grabbing the leg as the doe tried to surge into the water and ultimately tumbled down on her knees.

Shaking her head she recovered and chased down the doe with the injured hind, leaping and using her weight to slam the doe to the ground and quickly clamp her jaws down around it's throat. Her eyes lifted to check on Vanity as she slowly squeezed and she saw her in the water, holding a doe down. She snarled and chewed viciously until she heard a crunch and dropped the doe, running to the lake and wading in, grabbing the doe by the neck and yanking it down into the water to drown it.

She watched as Pool dragged the deer into the water, ensuring it was dead. She held on until not a twitch came from it.
The herd watched from a safe distance towards their fallen comrade.

She let go, stagging a few steps and taking deep breaths, feeling quite winded. Still, there were things to do. She turned back to the kill, tilting her ears then cupping them towards the pale woman.
"You good?" She asked almost breathlessly. She'd almost recovered now.

She moved back towards the body, making sure this stranger wasn't about to turn on her and they started to fight for it. She couldn't. Maybe. If it happened, she would have to fight for it. 

The second the deer began to float with the water limply she let go and struggled to catch her breath, still having not fully recovered from her illness. She began to head to shore warily keeping an eye on the she wolf in case she had any funny ideas and moving toward her kill ignoring the question for the moment as she focused on something else. She sniffed at the body and tore it open, quickly eating a few mouthfuls and then looked to the she wolf "We will see. Are you willing to be sick?" she asked motioning to the carcass floating idly. She wasn't sure if the woman had noticed the sickness or not but she felt it good to warn her either way.

"It's a risk I'll take." 
Her voice was flat, looking at the deer they'd killed. She moved onto it, starting to cut away the hind leg. She'd take the leg back to the pack, divide it up in time for the pack to have the strength to hunt. Soon, this blight will be over and he Nightwalkers will prosper. 

She didn't care what Pool thought or said, this was her mission. As Lieutenant, she had to provide for them. And she would not fail.
Soon, she'd ripped and eaten enough flesh for her to tug away the limb, and carry it away. It wasn't too far to the woods.

Closing up <3