The Rise-prince was rather lucky in his life.
Berserkr, leader of the fight, with few battle scars to show for it.
Until a stranger got the jump on him this morning.
They tussled for awhile, far enough from the Rise's borders that backup wasn't available. He toughs it out, putting up a worthy defense that eventually sends his attacker fleeing.
Adrenaline fueled, the boy gives chase.
He finds himself alone, past the moraine, when the pain sets in. Blood soaks his right leg, dripping from a deep gash scored on his shoulder. The Berserkr can't tell the severity of it, unable to turn his head in a way where he can see the damage—his fur is too dark to discern anything anyway.
There is no choice but to abandon the manhunt.
With teeth gritted, he refuses to show any signs of discomfort and trots along with deliberate strides. Soon enough, exhaustion hits him hard.
Under the shade of a tree, he stiffly settles down and finds refuge in the Maplewood.
Berserkr, leader of the fight, with few battle scars to show for it.
Until a stranger got the jump on him this morning.
They tussled for awhile, far enough from the Rise's borders that backup wasn't available. He toughs it out, putting up a worthy defense that eventually sends his attacker fleeing.
Adrenaline fueled, the boy gives chase.
He finds himself alone, past the moraine, when the pain sets in. Blood soaks his right leg, dripping from a deep gash scored on his shoulder. The Berserkr can't tell the severity of it, unable to turn his head in a way where he can see the damage—his fur is too dark to discern anything anyway.
There is no choice but to abandon the manhunt.
With teeth gritted, he refuses to show any signs of discomfort and trots along with deliberate strides. Soon enough, exhaustion hits him hard.
Under the shade of a tree, he stiffly settles down and finds refuge in the Maplewood.
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The scent of grouse led SuzU beyond Rivenwood’s borders, and out into neutral territory. She found hunting inland very difficult- rabbits were too fast, mice too agile, squirrels could climb trees…And while grouse could fly, she found occasionally lucked out in catching them on the ground, close to a nest.
She stole close to a group of them, pecking at spruce nettles on the ground. She had to cover as much distance at a creep as she could, knowing that she was not good at sprinting. For a wolf as stout as she, she was careful on her feet and quiet- and when she finally pushed herself forward to close the distance, all but one of the grouse leapt into flight.
The last one rose, but then fluttered back to the ground, uttering a muted, wailing sound. Its wings lightly spread, it dragged its feathers on the ground and continued on foot. Suzu knew the act meant that the grouse had a nest nearby, and chose to prowl rather than pursuing the mother grouse with her “wounded wing” act.
She watched it, noting how it reacted as she scouted the area. When it fussed and came closer, hoping to grab her attention, she knew she was on the right path.
The bird fluttered off when Suzu found the nest- and six eggs- camouflaged by a pile of twigs and dead leaves.
She wouldn’t be able to bring them back whole, for Heda and Druid- but she could regurgitate the meal. She liked this arrangement more than bringing back a kill anyway- this way, she actually got to taste it and eat it before bringing it back up later.
She ate the eggs, shells and all. By the texture, she assumed the eggs would have hatched soon- but they were delicious just as they were, and it would mean more meat for the mothers and pups later.
She sniffed around in the area to see if any others had laid a clutch nearby, but instead caught the scent of a wolf, and wolf’s blood. Warily, she proceeded at a slow pace, wondering if she might find the wolf alive or dead.
She stole close to a group of them, pecking at spruce nettles on the ground. She had to cover as much distance at a creep as she could, knowing that she was not good at sprinting. For a wolf as stout as she, she was careful on her feet and quiet- and when she finally pushed herself forward to close the distance, all but one of the grouse leapt into flight.
The last one rose, but then fluttered back to the ground, uttering a muted, wailing sound. Its wings lightly spread, it dragged its feathers on the ground and continued on foot. Suzu knew the act meant that the grouse had a nest nearby, and chose to prowl rather than pursuing the mother grouse with her “wounded wing” act.
She watched it, noting how it reacted as she scouted the area. When it fussed and came closer, hoping to grab her attention, she knew she was on the right path.
The bird fluttered off when Suzu found the nest- and six eggs- camouflaged by a pile of twigs and dead leaves.
She wouldn’t be able to bring them back whole, for Heda and Druid- but she could regurgitate the meal. She liked this arrangement more than bringing back a kill anyway- this way, she actually got to taste it and eat it before bringing it back up later.
She ate the eggs, shells and all. By the texture, she assumed the eggs would have hatched soon- but they were delicious just as they were, and it would mean more meat for the mothers and pups later.
She sniffed around in the area to see if any others had laid a clutch nearby, but instead caught the scent of a wolf, and wolf’s blood. Warily, she proceeded at a slow pace, wondering if she might find the wolf alive or dead.
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