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Post by Sorrel on Jan 21, 2017 18:17:55 GMT -7
One could say that his large body could be considered a curse. He would probably agree with half of what they say on the consideration that it did make it hard for him to hunt here and there. He was always near the back of the pack and that meant that he was used to deliver larger blows to those that weren't around all that much. The Demask is supposed to represent the rest of the pack after all, and that's what Kitchi intends to do here and there. Even if he isn't being watched constantly at least. The male knows that he deserves respect for being here, and his age is a lot different than the rest of the wolves that live here too. Kitchi doesn't mind, as he believes that respect and trust is earned instead of given. The large Eurasian wolf found himself walking down the bank of the river. His large paws making it easy to walk along the snow. He had no intention of walking onto the partly frozen parts of the river, as knowing his coordination, he would probably end up falling on his face and that would definitely be embarrassing. His vibrant gold optics were searching around for something, and like usual he was completely silent, not making any unnecessary noises either. He had his head lowered below his shoulders a little bit, not entirely crouched just yet. He was hunting on the side of the river, trying to find small prey that would try to get a drink. Sadly, he didn't have a white coat like some arctic species so his russet and grey hues that cover his body easily give him away. Luckily, he is smart enough to use the trees as cover that are on the edge of the area. He narrows his optics though when he notices something moving in the snow not that far off. What could that be? Kitchi slowed his movements down, his russet ears perked as he listened to the noises in front of him. He could hear the sound of the flowing river next to him, and then there was the prey that he had been looking for. A arctic hare. Perfect. All he would have to do now is sneak up on it and make sure that it didn't go anywhere that he didn't want it to. The width of the river being far larger than what a hare could leap across anyway so the only escape would either mean the prey running left or right.
The Demask lowers his body to the ground, creeping around the edge of the tree that was just next to his shoulder. His breathing slowed so that the possibility of the creature hearing him would be hard. He has to stalk quite close to the creature in order to make the hunting successful on the account that he is one of the larger species in the pack. The black tip of his tail flicks with the anxiety that is starting to build up in his chest. Finally, he is close enough to the drinking rabbit. He knows that the prey animal is very skittish when it come to the area that surrounds them. Any noise or any movement can spook them. The only reason why they were often caught here and there because they aren't that bright in his mind. Kitchi lowers his body to the ground, the muscles in his back legs flexing as the tendons prepare to release the potential energy that has built up. A second later, the Demask launches himself. The loud movement obviously means that the rabbit hears him. Kitchi is able to fake the rabbit out by making it think that it was going to the left, while he turns to the right to intercept the small meal. His large incisors clasp onto the rabbits neck. A feral growl escapes his jaws as he shakes the neck of the rabbit, killing it. A squeal could be heard from the prey animal just a second before its death. Lifting himself up, Kitchi lets the rabbit hang from his jaws as he pants slightly over the fact that remaining still for so long and the stress has made him winded. He does have a smug look on his face though on the catch that he has. 723 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || @tagged |
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Post by Calla on Jan 21, 2017 21:03:26 GMT -7
Calla found the river quite peaceful in the spring. During the winter, however, it gave off a silence that gave the female chills under the warmth of her fur. The Aldiren analyzed how frozen and open the area was, except the tree line of her forest home. This place was a more prominabt place to find the dominant. She liked to watch the water and fish swim by. Often, she would fish here as well. Calla found herself looking at the white wasteland instead. The life of the river wouldnt pick up till spring.
Feeling deserted, Calla turned to head into the safety of the forest, but she caught sight of a male at chase with a white hare. The female stepped forward, feeling the adrenaline. Calla cantered to the familiar male just as he caught his meal. She slowed to a stop before him and nodded to the winded male. "Great catch." Calla told him. The female felt an almost equality between she and him. He did his job well. Finding a snow hare was something to be proud of. He looked proud, indeed.
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Post by Kitchi on Jan 22, 2017 0:46:41 GMT -7
Like his leader, the Eurasian wolf enjoys the winter. It just makes it more easier for him to walk around. Hunting is a bit more difficult compared to the lighter coat colors of those that are in the pack right now. The large male knows that its hard for him since he doesn't have much camouflage too. He likes his winter coat compared to having a shorter coat that shows off his form a lot more easily. Especially during harder times where they don't eat for several days. The last thing he needs is for himself to look thin to the enemy. Everything that Kitchi did in regard to training is to prepare himself for the enemy that might poke its head out sooner or later. There is no telling exactly what might happen or what they might do, but that is why he prepares himself for the worst possibly outcomes too. Kitchi is different when it comes to fishing though, as he is actually quite bad. He doesn't have the right amount of patience to see a fish swim in the path of a strike, so he usually strikes too early before he can even catch a fish too. The russet and grey hued canine blinks his golden optics when he hears someone approaching him. His audits perked and alert as he turns his head to see who was approaching him. Or more likely what was approaching him since they weren't safe in their own territory. Kitchi could feel his body stiffen slightly at the sight of Calla, before quickly making his body relax so that he doesn't seen any dominant. He lowers his head and drops the snow hare onto the ground, and he seems a little bit flustered by her comment, a low chuckle escaping his jaws. He has his tail flicking against his legs, the appendage pressed there as to not show any dominance toward her. After all, he respects Calla for everything that she does, and wouldn't want to change anything. He raises his head after his small bow to look at her. "Thank you Calla. Would you like to have it? There's no telling when the next time you'll be able to eat." When it came to the health of the pack, he would always treat the leader before his own well being. Yes, he hasn't eaten anything in the past couple of days, but his thick fur hides that factor. He uses the black nose on the tip of his muzzle to push the dead rabbit in her direction, making sure while he does so to keep his head under hears before pulling away. Again, his body language speaks more than his words. 450 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || @calla |
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Post by Calla on Jan 22, 2017 8:33:53 GMT -7
Calla kept her tail tip curled but in a whole her tail was down, careless even. The smell of the hare gave Calla a sense of hunger. She had eaten a rodent on her way here. Still...she nodded and tore off a hind foot, placing it at her feet. She nodded to the rest of the catch he pushed in front of her. "Eat. I caught a mouse down the road. The leg will satisfy me for now." She lowered to her stomach and began tearing into the leg, enjoying the freshness. The Aldiren had great respect for Kitchi. The encounter with Angel was an understanding but she wanted to make sure there was nothing more on his mind to make him agitated at that time. She looked up at him, licking blood from her lips. "Anything troubling you lately?" She asked. Calla had remained near the den the past few days, her nightmare still haunting her footsteps. She had come to the river for peace of mind. Running into Kitchi was a bonus.
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Post by Kitchi on Jan 22, 2017 22:19:29 GMT -7
The Eurasian wolf was quick to notice how Calla's body language was acting right now. She seemed to be relaxed, and seemed not to want to enforce her authority amongst him. That was a good sign as the other seemed to relax quite a lot. His tail limp behind his flank as it barely made other movements, other than being moved by the breeze here and there through the trees that surrounded the river. The Demask also knows that winter is a harsh season in general. The older male knows that prey is harder to find, and that prey is a lot more skittish on the factor that they would have to look out for desperate creatures that would want to devour them. Kitchi would much rather a deer in his grasp rather than a arctic hare. It was just a simple snack for now, but he knows that his favorite food would have to be elk, which is usually found in these parts. Yet each time that they find a carcass it almost seems like it had been devoured already. By their unruly neighbors from what he could gather from the faints scents that often surrounded them. He knew that there was a chance that Calla could starve herself for the good of the pack. The problem is, is that he can't let her do that because there was no one else really able to lead like she did. At least from what he has seen so far. The brute, if he ever came to lead something, would probably be a little too harsh on the younger wolves. That was a good thing though right? Everyone needed motivation to somehow get quicker after stronger after all. Maybe he was just too demanding and had too high expectations to others. Kitchi listens to the sound of ripping flesh from the hare that he had just caught as he watches Calla rip apart the creature, but only the leg and nothing else. For a second, a confuse look spreads across his features as he watches her. A mouse? For a full grown wolf? That is definitely not enough to satisfy her. Kitchi is about to protest, his maw opening as he is about to say the words before closing them, not wanting to argue with her as it wouldn't turn out in his favor. "If you say so.." Kitchi says with uncertainty as he grabs one of the legs of the hare and pulls it closer to him. Moving one of his russet paws, the Eurasian sinks his canine into the flesh of where the leg had just been amputated by the leader. He rips off a large chunk of muscle, letting his crowned teeth do the work before swallowing the flesh down his gullet. He turns to look at her again, still standing up as he didn't sit to start eating the hare. She questions him, and he knows that there is no reason to hide it. Yet, he hesitates in speaking for several moments as if he trying to figure out how to form the words. Kitchi lowers his head as he looks down at the snow covered ground, his brows furrowing slightly as he lets out a low sigh. "Yes... I'm worried that a storm is brewing, and there isn't anything we can do to stop it." Kitchi states, but his voice seems to have lowered quite a bit from its usual volume. 000 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || @calla |
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Post by Calla on Jan 23, 2017 10:24:01 GMT -7
There was a long pause before he spoke. He had accepted her decision for little food for now, though her stomach pushed for more. Calla sighed, just as he did. His was their survival. None of her packmates were doing well. Food was scarce at rhis time of year. The foul at Asher Wood felt nice, but Calla's pack was growing quickly. The more members they have, the more food they will need to satisfy the pack. Calla needed to think long and hard about how to keep the pack sustained. It wasn't like they could kill a caribou and carry it all the way back to the den. There were hardly any prey in most areas. They may need to leave the territory. Of course, there was one idea. It would be difficult, but entirely neccessary. "I think we need a rule." She said, staring down at the half eaten leg between her paws. "Perhaps hunt one prey each time you leave the den. A hare or mouse. We can start collecting our food. One meal a day. It'll be hard, but at least we can manage a meal when larger prey are not present." It sounded like a grand idea. She had another thought. "I also don't want anyone traveling alone. Stay in pairs or groups."
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Post by Kitchi on Jan 23, 2017 19:40:39 GMT -7
Most creatures are known to go several days without eating anything if they can handle that without completely starving themselves. He had done this himself, and the more important resource they had to think of was of course water, as a body can only go for so long without water before dying entirely. Kitchi has to make sure to constantly make holes in the frozen parts of the river so that his packmates can get their own dosage of water whenever they need it. Kitchi had finished speaking though, and had lowered his head a little bit more so that he could take another bit from the dead hare he had caught. Steam came off of the hares body as the warm flesh met with the cold and frigid air of the world around them. He used his front teeth to begin to pick off some of the white fur that covered its body. Well, it wasn't really white anymore more than it was crimson in his eyes. Kitchi plucked the fur from the creature so that he would be able to eat the creatures skin without leaving much to go to waste. He would probably eat the organs as well, or just leave it for the buzzards that were mostly likely around here. On occasion, he can hear the sounds of crows, and it always made him think what kind of corpse had they found now. Was it a prey animal? Or was it one of them? He couldn't tell until he arrived on the scene, and so far he had been lucky just to see that it had been a prey that had been taken down. After plucking the fur, he ripped through the side of the rabbit, swallowing another chunk without chewing it entirely. He felt wrong with eating in front of her the way that he was, so he kept a submissive body posture while he was close to her and his head was lowered. His russet audits did perk though when he heard her talking about implementing another rule. Lifting his head carefully, as he stared at her with golden eyes as he listened to her. Hunt each time someone went out? That didn't seem all too difficult. The next part was something that he wasn't sure he should agree with though. Kitchi cleared his throat out of respect toward Calla before offering his thoughts. "Pairs though? We have so little members that means no one will be staying near the dens in case they invade. Maybe just those that aren't capable of fighting?" He also had his pride on the line here. He wasn't weak and could definitely defend himself against the disease that slowly spread and caused them nothing but trouble here and there. The Eurasian wolf had the brute strength and also a lot more experience than some of the current wolves combined too. There was no attitude toward his voice though, as he spoke in a calm tone. 000 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || @calla |
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Post by Calla on Jan 25, 2017 7:42:13 GMT -7
Calla took a bite of her meal as she listened to the male say his thoughts. The pain in her stomach hurt. Soon, her body would show how much she actually ate a day. Calla wasn't concerned with herself as much as she was for her packmates. The idea of seeing the whole pack suffer, scared her. She had considered several possibilities. The pack survive if she simply stepped down as the Aldiren. The pack would be spared. Callas condition wouldn't make her a good defendant to her pack. Her leadership gained followers but her strength left her entire pack week. Kitchi was right. Pairs would be recommended for those that cannot defend themselves. They could train with Kitchi to determine that. She nodded. "Very well. We make sure no one leaves without surity they can be on their own. The weak will stay near the den to recover with at least one other wolf to secure the place." Having all females...their defense was weak to begin with. Nakoma would be needed for hunts and Kitchi on border patrol. Silver could hunt prey with Nakoma until Calla was sure Angel could stand on her own paws and fair good health.
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