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@[Orsus]

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Without a sound, the morning sky coloured hunter dropped down. Feathers were torn, wings were broken with a squeal. Now, she held a struggling dying bird in her maws, and cracked it's neck. There. One down, one to go. Maybe a rabbit for a change. She put the bird back on a high tree, hanging lifelessly so that it would not easily be stolen. Then, she sneakily stalked through the forest, looking for a small land prey to add to her bounty today.

It wasn't too hard to find one. Using her air affinity, she muffled sounds, and using her sneak ability, she was - although slow - able to creep up to the rabbit just a little further than most wolves could have. From there, she chased it, zigzagging through the trees at abnormal pace before the could drop her fangs into the warm rabbit neck.

Content, she quickly killed it and padded back to the tree where she'd left her bird. This had been a good hunt today, even if it had taken her some time to chase a bird upwards through the canopy so that she could chase it like a bird of prey. She'd managed to do it in a couple hours time, and that was all that mattered.

Lying almost lifelessly on the cold forest floor, unable to be seen in the darkness that surrounds everything as no light can pierce through the thick trees. The only partially visible thing around him was light grey fur that covered only a small part of his camouflaged body, yet even that was hard to pin point as there was no rays of light that could reflect off of it.

His slender head resting quietly a top the foliage of the floor, careful not to snap any fragile sticks or move any of the fallen leaves that lay dead by his paws and head. Of course, him being quiet was no surprise, but the silent wolf was being cautious, and mindful, though his prey was doing quit the opposite, clearly unaware of his hushed presence. This was perfect for the midnight black rogue, it would make for a fairly quick death of the poor little animal.

Slowly edging forward, paws being lifted silently and placed down in a position where they would make little noise. However, the young dynroth couldn't be completely silent, causing his prey, a dark coloured grouse, though everything was a dark colour here, to sprint forward and spread it's small, drum sounding, wings.

Standing instantly, a dark shadow among towering trees, he lunged forward, almost jumping across the ground, until he was a leap away from the only just taken off bird. Pushing strongly off his slim and seemingly fragile hind legs, climbing through the air, he reached out with his front legs, paws extending, claws grasping for his next meal.

The last hour or so meant nothing as the slender figure plummeted back to earth with nothing but a plucked out feather in his tired jaw.

As the female trotted through the dark forest with a bird and a rabbit - the closed canopy prevented her from ascending, in that the tree stems were too close together for her wingspan now that she wasn't diving - she came across the faint smell of another dynroth. A male. She wondered who, as she decided to change her course. Perhaps she could help him out, make a friend, and if not then she would know now wouldn't she?

So, she took the detour, sniffing out where this other wolf would be. Perhaps he would like to help her catch something bigger, like a goat or small deer. In any case, the smell was new for her usual hunting grounds, and there was always the possibility that one had landed here through a portal, so she thought she'd better check it out.

After a few moments, the scent was strong enough that she knew she must be close. She stopped, dropped her game on the ground, and sniffed. Summer pine, almost like her own smell. Then, she softly barked, as if she did not want to startle anything else which was frankly the case. They weren't in any bear territory, but they weren't very far from it either. "Hello?" she asked into the darkness. Dynroth usually had darker pelts, just like hers had been once, so she did not think she'd spot him right away. Better ask and see what moved.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Spitting the horrible tasting feather out his jaw and watching it float gracefully to the ground, as if taunting his inexperienced fall after missing the bird. He was used to catching land animals, small things like rabbits and mice, but as he saw nothing he was experienced in close by, the young wolf went for something new, a bird. Knowing it could get away using flight, but he was hungry and needed something to fill his stomach, as he ate 4 days ago. The rest of the time he has been traveling, like always, never finding a place to stay or a pack that greeted him.

Snapping his head up, like a deer sensing a predator. The scent of pine and earth followed the flow of air, causing the particular scent to swirl around his muzzle. Unmistakably another wolf, a female dynroth, the same species as him.
His ears twitching slightly at the sound of a soft bark, pointing towards the origin. It was quiet, she was probably trying not to alert anything that might cause harm.

Moving like a shadow following it's owner, he treaded carefully across the ground, knowing it was hard for her to make out his exact position through sight, but scent and the ability to hear would pin point his location. His head stayed focused on her, not knowing what she could do it was beast to watch her for any actions that could hurt him. Though so far all she had done was drop her catch and let out a soft bark to see if anyone was there, not exactly anything threatening.

Ay first he didn't respond, taking in her lighter coloured fur, but after a while he let his jaw open to let a louder, but not much louder as she would be cautious for a reason so he thought he should too, bark. "Hello." The dark figure didn't want to say much, he was the more silent type.

The one that approached smelled definitely of male dynroth, and also, a foresty one like she, as far as she could tell. Somehow reminding her of her oak-bark coloured litter mate. This male must be black or very dark of colour if she still did not really see him. Light grey seemed to come closer, but those were only markings. Thinking she herself must be clearly visible by now if his sight, hearing and smell were as good as hers, she dipped her head at him in greeting. "It's awfully dark in this particular spot. Would you mind if I made a light?" she asked. Better not make a light without asking as that might blind him. She spoke a bit louder now, but not as loud as she normally might have, thinking that in dark spots like these, Giant Rats and bears might be closer than in the lighter spots. After all the rats usually came out at night and scurried away from light.

She wondered if he were new to Sverige. He looked like he might be. "I am Aamu, of Divum, a pack to the south of here. Have you been here before?" Since she didn't think so, she might as well ask where he came from, but that was plain impolite for a non-claimable territory like this.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

The male did not really want her around it seemed, or perhaps was just lost in thought. So, she dipped her head at him and took her kills back in her jaws, carrying her game home for her pack.

@[Calico] Finished thread 50xp
Used sneak and air skill 50xp
Killed animal in nonhunting thread 25xp
Pack duty 25xp
Met Orsus 25xp

Total 175xp <b>~~Done ^^</b>

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

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