Post by Alex on Nov 6, 2018 4:41:28 GMT -5
Nyx
Another solo patrol. She'd gotten used to this by now and had come to not mind it so much. It was kinda nice to just chill in the forest by herself and just do her thing. She was good at this, checking up on the borders, especially now that she was healed up, though that last Northbounder she ran into the other day was kind of a pain. That bite it left on her front leg was a little itchy, which was annoying but meh. Just how it was when you got injured constantly. It was a wonder she wasn't covered in all these scars that left her skin bare, but she guessed she just healed really well, the one thing she had going for her.
Nyx stopped and shook out her coat. Man, these borders really needed some marking... she thought some other parts of the land were pretty weak, save for the center of the territory, but way down here was very scarcely marked. Nyx just took a leak by a tree, then proceeded to hop up onto her back paws and rip down one of its branches, kinda like how bears liked to tear up trees so they can stake their claim on a place. Maybe that'd help, kind of. She doubted it, but whatever. No one can say she didn't try.
No one could say she wasn't hungry either. After spending all afternoon walking around more-or-less aimlessly, she'd really worked up an appetite. But it wasn't like Nyx needed to do much to work up an appetite. She could eat. Maybe she could find something small. Yeah, fall was pretty well under way and winter was right around the corner, but she was sure there'd still be something... at the very least a mouse. Something to give her that rush and the taste of blood.
She froze, hearing a snap of twigs break the silence of the woods. Her ears twitched, searching for the source of the sound, and she sniffed the air. Squirrel. She used to catch these suckers all the time... well, not really 'used to.' She still does and it looked like today she was catching another one. She lowered to a stalk, keeping her paws light on the ground and avoiding the forest litter. In the autumn, it was hard to avoid with all the leaves, pines, and twigs all over the place, but she had a good stalk.
A squirrel was digging into the ground, its cheeks stuffed fat with nuts. Nyx eyed it intently, slowly padding closer. Looked like it was stashing away some food for the winter, so focused on its foraging it didn't even realize she was there among the underbrush. Nyx's muscles tensed with the urge to chase, but she held herself back until the right moment. She shifted her hind paws and wiggled her hips, preparing for a pounce.
It never came.
Another scent reached her nose and it made her freeze in place before she jolted up, rustling the surrounding shrubs. She knew that scent. Silver eyes momentarily flickered to where the squirrel was and it was long gone. She felt a twinge of disappointment in her gut but that's not what she was focused on now. This scent. It was a wolf, one from months ago she could never forget. Still frozen, she breathed heavily, taking in the air and trying to confirm it was real and not just a hallucination or mirage or some shit, but that it was really...
It was. There was no way she was imagining it. She had to— she had to follow after it. She needed to see.
She chased after the scent, running as swiftly as her paws would take her, only to stumble and nearly trip over a log, but she got her footing in time and continued at a brisk jog, the scent becoming suffocatingly stronger, heavier, more real. She lost her pace and slowed to a walk, panting... where was... fuck... she took a few seconds to catch her breath before raising her muzzle to the air and howling for him.
Nyx stopped and shook out her coat. Man, these borders really needed some marking... she thought some other parts of the land were pretty weak, save for the center of the territory, but way down here was very scarcely marked. Nyx just took a leak by a tree, then proceeded to hop up onto her back paws and rip down one of its branches, kinda like how bears liked to tear up trees so they can stake their claim on a place. Maybe that'd help, kind of. She doubted it, but whatever. No one can say she didn't try.
No one could say she wasn't hungry either. After spending all afternoon walking around more-or-less aimlessly, she'd really worked up an appetite. But it wasn't like Nyx needed to do much to work up an appetite. She could eat. Maybe she could find something small. Yeah, fall was pretty well under way and winter was right around the corner, but she was sure there'd still be something... at the very least a mouse. Something to give her that rush and the taste of blood.
She froze, hearing a snap of twigs break the silence of the woods. Her ears twitched, searching for the source of the sound, and she sniffed the air. Squirrel. She used to catch these suckers all the time... well, not really 'used to.' She still does and it looked like today she was catching another one. She lowered to a stalk, keeping her paws light on the ground and avoiding the forest litter. In the autumn, it was hard to avoid with all the leaves, pines, and twigs all over the place, but she had a good stalk.
A squirrel was digging into the ground, its cheeks stuffed fat with nuts. Nyx eyed it intently, slowly padding closer. Looked like it was stashing away some food for the winter, so focused on its foraging it didn't even realize she was there among the underbrush. Nyx's muscles tensed with the urge to chase, but she held herself back until the right moment. She shifted her hind paws and wiggled her hips, preparing for a pounce.
It never came.
Another scent reached her nose and it made her freeze in place before she jolted up, rustling the surrounding shrubs. She knew that scent. Silver eyes momentarily flickered to where the squirrel was and it was long gone. She felt a twinge of disappointment in her gut but that's not what she was focused on now. This scent. It was a wolf, one from months ago she could never forget. Still frozen, she breathed heavily, taking in the air and trying to confirm it was real and not just a hallucination or mirage or some shit, but that it was really...
It was. There was no way she was imagining it. She had to— she had to follow after it. She needed to see.
She chased after the scent, running as swiftly as her paws would take her, only to stumble and nearly trip over a log, but she got her footing in time and continued at a brisk jog, the scent becoming suffocatingly stronger, heavier, more real. She lost her pace and slowed to a walk, panting... where was... fuck... she took a few seconds to catch her breath before raising her muzzle to the air and howling for him.