Post by Apatu on Nov 24, 2018 17:20:26 GMT -5
Ragnar lay on his stomach, next to the carcass of a deer. It wasn't terribly big, and it had been injured, which is why Ragnar was able to snag it. Only after a few failed attempts at getting an elk, however. Elk tended to have a tastier flavor for him, but food was food. And he wasn't picky. The small female deer was on it's side, large brown eyes glazed over and it's stomach sporting a gaping hole, revealing mangled flesh and rib bones. All of its major organs were gone, now in his stomach. One of it's back legs was severed, and the severed back leg was currently directly in front of Ragnar. He had one of his paws draped over the ankle as he gnawed on the bone up where it's thigh would be, the meat having been cleaned off of it.
Scraping noises could be heard as Ragnar gnawed the bone. After having chased the elk out of pack territory, he found this injured deer in these woods and swiftly killed it. His stomach felt at peace, but having time to himself for once left him alone with his thoughts. He had been thoroughly investing himself in the pack, doing his duties and getting to know his pack mates. He didn't let himself think about trivial matters such as the events that had transpired with Ludo. Or the fact that he hadn't seen Ludo in a good few weeks. He just had no desire to be around him, because he always seemed to be with Seven. Ordering her around and needing her so much that he was never by himself. And confusion bubbled up in Ragnar as he felt this strange, dark feeling in him that he couldn't pinpoint... but one thing he was considering. Was simply killing Seven.
His ears were perked and alert, but his eye stared off into nothing as his thoughts consumed his brain.
Scraping noises could be heard as Ragnar gnawed the bone. After having chased the elk out of pack territory, he found this injured deer in these woods and swiftly killed it. His stomach felt at peace, but having time to himself for once left him alone with his thoughts. He had been thoroughly investing himself in the pack, doing his duties and getting to know his pack mates. He didn't let himself think about trivial matters such as the events that had transpired with Ludo. Or the fact that he hadn't seen Ludo in a good few weeks. He just had no desire to be around him, because he always seemed to be with Seven. Ordering her around and needing her so much that he was never by himself. And confusion bubbled up in Ragnar as he felt this strange, dark feeling in him that he couldn't pinpoint... but one thing he was considering. Was simply killing Seven.
His ears were perked and alert, but his eye stared off into nothing as his thoughts consumed his brain.