AW, deerstalker (scavenging!) #7 (prey: bison, failed)
She'd had yet to explore this particular corner of the Taiga, which she was steadily becoming more familiar with as she ranged afield -- hunting and familiarizing herself with the lands that so reminded the northron of her tundral home, though to a much milder degree. It wasn't a place that the dove thought to frequent, a churned mire of muck and filthy water that held no life. Only sticks and roots.
By some chance, she did eventually happen across something alive as she wandered along the firmer muds of the western borders -- a bison, a cow if she wasn't mistaken -- stuck in the soft mud as if mired in quicksand. Imaq paused for a moment, wondering if there was some way at all to scavenge some part of the doomed creature.
"...and all around was the bitter arctic cold and the immense silence of the North..."
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »