The Clearing

[Azriel_AOD]

"Come on let's go" *Walks towards the dead animal and sniffs the air and ground for an sign of any other rabbits*  

[Free_E-3_Spirit]

"Ok" Meena barked. and fallowed the male.  

[The Reality Key]

Fayte lay in the meadows chewing on the rabbit bones. Usually he wouldn't eat an entire one himself, but the fight had left him particularly hungry. The bones broken, he decided to leave and find Kiros. As he was leaving for the den, he noticed something atop the cliffs. There was a particularly large set of antlers. "A moose." He thought. "Maybe Kiros and I could round up a group to take it down." He took off running fast to find Kiros.  

[Azriel_AOD]

Puts his nose to the ground seaching for a scent and wanders around like a blind man. Then he lifts up his head and turns toward Meena" Got one. Follow me."  

[Free_E-3_Spirit]

"got it" she yelps  

[Azriel_AOD]

Karu runs following the scent trail of a whole family of rabbits*  

[- Child of Cirra -]

The sweet, warm, fresh scent of his kill filled his nostrils with a hazy bliss. He placed a massive paw on the doe's already mauled torso to keep her from squirming. Protectively, he glanced around himself, his piercing ruby eyes narrow. Eventually, he relaxed and lowered his head. Nobody was here to steal his kill this time. At this, and the doe's desperate, pained whining, he growled lowly in merriment. The brute parted his jaws in a malicious grin, only to violently close his jaws around the dying human's neck. The sharp, sickening sound of the bones giving and the gurgle of blood in the doe's throat pleased him greatly. He tugged at the flesh greedily, until his incisors had successfully torn apart the victim's jugular vein. His kill now lay still and lifeless before him. The silence was bitter-sweet for this sadistic predator. He raised his head slightly, releasing her neck. Jaws parted, warm blood slowly dripped from his large canines and matted the grass below him. His breath came in large, enthusiastic huffs that sent his sides heaving. A soft breeze blew, and the brute lowered his ears tightly against his skull. His muscles twitched, irritated by the soft tickle of the tall grass on his legs. The world had since grown hot and green. Too much so for this brute. He missed the sight of trees naked in their dormancy, and the dismal, looming gray clouds that promised snow. But nostalgia could only take him so far, and soon his mind was fixed again on the overwhelming scent of blood that his kill exuded. In moments, his head hung low once again and he began to feast.

 

[applz]

Almirrah walked steadily in the darkness, her paws becoming slightly weary due to travelling. A nearby sound of a bird taking off into flight startled her, and she stopped, looking towards its direction, and slowly continued on.
She knew she must feed before the sun would rise, or she may be too weary to hunt the next night. Now, she was in search of her prey.
Her long tail brushed lightly against the overgrown blades of grass, and she wondered if there would be any animal about this time of night in such a barren place. Almirrah sighed to herself, sitting down upon the grass. She closed her pale-yellow eyes and listened to her surroundings with her large bat-like ears, hoping to catch the sound of movement..
..or the rapid beatings of a sturdy heart.

 

[Azriel_AOD]

Runs past Almirrah in search of the rabbits*  

[- Child of Cirra -]

The faint scent of another being snaked between the minute spaces of his ravenous hunger and his sanity, and he raised his head. He stood low and defensively, looming over his kill with his ears standing on end and his tail high. Narrow eyes keenly scanned his surroundings. Briefly, he took in a couple sharp breaths, trying to catch the scent again.
A female. And she was close.
A low growl rumbled deep in his throat as he pondered this. His tail drooped as he relaxed, but he still stood completely rigid. It seemed he had stumbled upon pack territory.
As this realization hit him, his ears folded back against his head in discomfort.
He stood in silence, his eyes distant, for many long moments.
Eventually, he snorted, and lowered his head back to his kill. Though he tore equally greedily at the tender flesh, it tasted much less enjoyable than it did before.
Another pack...
He swallowed, and the meat went down much too slowly, much too tauntingly, for comfort.

 

[applz]

Almirrah continued to listen, turning her ears in different directions, yearning to catch the sound of a grazing animal perhaps.. or another wolf. Just then, she heard the sounds of what seemed to be a feasting wolf of some sort nearby. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look behind her, but she was not able to see anything of the sort.
Hmm..
As her curiosity overwhelmed her, Almirrah got up and began to follow the sound. Not long after she began to follow it, however, she stopped in her tracks immediately.. for she caught the scent of blood. Almirrah froze, a strange feeling running through her. Her vampiric thirst was trying to take hold of her actions, and she was unsure whether she should allow it.

 

[- Child of Cirra -]

The brute ceased his feeding once again. Before, the scent seemed stationary, but now...
Now it was getting closer.
He exhaled sharply, a sort of silent, agitated bark. Before, he had thought it best to remain unnoticed. But this presence, with its identity unknown, unnerved him.
He didn't like that... No, he didn't like feeling the least bit intimidated.
After a brief moment, he impulsively raised his muzzle to the sky. He emmitted a low, haunting howl that echoed extensively in every direction. As he brought his head back down, he stood statuesque.
And listened.

 

[applz]

An unfamiliar howl rang in Almirrah's ears and her thirst for blood vanished as she shut her eyes as if the howl had stung them. She listened carefully to this call until it had ended.
Should I answer? she thought to herself, unsure why she suddenly felt so cautious near the presence of this.. wolf. She stepped forward and leaned her head forward slightly, a howl escaping her mouth. As she howled, her head slowly made its way back up until her muzzle pointed itself towards the cool glow of the moon. When she stopped, she took a moment to listen to her surroundings once more, and then began to slowly walk towards the other wolf.. hoping this stranger does not wish to harm her. As she walked, she pondered about whether or not she should turn back now.. but her curiosity grew stronger.

 

[- Child of Cirra -]

As the femme came into view, the once rigid brute's tension visibly melted away. He blinked, studying her. She looked just as cautious as he felt, and this caused him to further relax.
He watched her approach, still silent, still unmoving, still curious. As a typical loner, the brute refused to be the first to introduce himself.
But... something didn't seem right here.
This femme...
Was she not afraid of him in the least...?