Post by Breeze on Feb 19, 2011 19:18:01 GMT -5
((I'm bored, sick, and can't concentrate on neuroscience))
The mountains, she had decided, were among her favourite place in this land -- never too high up, of course, or she would become lost and Gabriel would think it a secret ploy to get away from him forever. But no, just the base of the mountains, the first few hills, were enough for her. The cold air, the animals to hunt, and best of all, the silence -- nothing but the wind and the bleating of sheep, and only the occasional great howl of her fellow species.
Dennis took a deep breath, letting the fresh air clear out her lungs, wake her up for the hunt. She could hunt with the pack, of course, but after confessing her stories to Gabriel everything was still a bit too tense for her liking. And besides, her pride didn't like to admit that a dog hybrid like Sabbath was a better hunter than she. No, it was best that she occasionally stake out her own great claim, to remind herself that while she may not be able to beat Sabbath in the hunt, she was still, ultimately, a predator.
Besides, this let her get away from the growing puppies.
She could smell the hare a little further up, and stalked quietly up the slope, nose to the ground and ears swiveling as she tracked some nearly-covered hoof prints. The wind whipped snow into her but she could barely feel the cold, and see fairly well when the wind died down. She wanted a challenge anyway -- needed one, perhaps, to regain the confidence her old alpha had taken away long ago. Hares did not seem challenging at first, until one considered their small size, their speed...
Finally she reached the ridge, and looked down across the white landscape. That was the problem with these hares, really -- they could blend in so easily, becoming the snow. But she could smell it nearby, and only hope that the wind was in her favour, and that it wouldn't --
And then she saw something rustle nervously among the snow. Tongue lolling out in a predatory grin, Dennis crouched down, creeping step by little step towards the movement. As she got closer she could see the big ears, the tiny nose, the little black eyes...
Then it spotted her too and bounded off. With a snarl Dennis burst after it, leaping the last few rocks before racing forward. The hare bounded in a zig-zag but Dennis kept her run straight, keeping her sprint, watching as she got closer... Until finally she made a quick bite, and tore through the hare's leg. It stumbled and rolled, made to limp away, blood pouring from its foot -- but then she got the neck and head the next time and soon it was gone.
Grinning to herself, tail waving, Dennis picked up the dead hare and trotted cheerfully over to a nearby crag, stepping under it to shelter her from the wind and snow. Settling on the granite, the female dug into her meal, pleased with her catch -- and remembering why, when she felt distracted and lost and confused, she would always come back here.
The mountains, she had decided, were among her favourite place in this land -- never too high up, of course, or she would become lost and Gabriel would think it a secret ploy to get away from him forever. But no, just the base of the mountains, the first few hills, were enough for her. The cold air, the animals to hunt, and best of all, the silence -- nothing but the wind and the bleating of sheep, and only the occasional great howl of her fellow species.
Dennis took a deep breath, letting the fresh air clear out her lungs, wake her up for the hunt. She could hunt with the pack, of course, but after confessing her stories to Gabriel everything was still a bit too tense for her liking. And besides, her pride didn't like to admit that a dog hybrid like Sabbath was a better hunter than she. No, it was best that she occasionally stake out her own great claim, to remind herself that while she may not be able to beat Sabbath in the hunt, she was still, ultimately, a predator.
Besides, this let her get away from the growing puppies.
She could smell the hare a little further up, and stalked quietly up the slope, nose to the ground and ears swiveling as she tracked some nearly-covered hoof prints. The wind whipped snow into her but she could barely feel the cold, and see fairly well when the wind died down. She wanted a challenge anyway -- needed one, perhaps, to regain the confidence her old alpha had taken away long ago. Hares did not seem challenging at first, until one considered their small size, their speed...
Finally she reached the ridge, and looked down across the white landscape. That was the problem with these hares, really -- they could blend in so easily, becoming the snow. But she could smell it nearby, and only hope that the wind was in her favour, and that it wouldn't --
And then she saw something rustle nervously among the snow. Tongue lolling out in a predatory grin, Dennis crouched down, creeping step by little step towards the movement. As she got closer she could see the big ears, the tiny nose, the little black eyes...
Then it spotted her too and bounded off. With a snarl Dennis burst after it, leaping the last few rocks before racing forward. The hare bounded in a zig-zag but Dennis kept her run straight, keeping her sprint, watching as she got closer... Until finally she made a quick bite, and tore through the hare's leg. It stumbled and rolled, made to limp away, blood pouring from its foot -- but then she got the neck and head the next time and soon it was gone.
Grinning to herself, tail waving, Dennis picked up the dead hare and trotted cheerfully over to a nearby crag, stepping under it to shelter her from the wind and snow. Settling on the granite, the female dug into her meal, pleased with her catch -- and remembering why, when she felt distracted and lost and confused, she would always come back here.
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