Post by Allison Granger on Nov 20, 2011 0:41:42 GMT -5
She sighed and kept walking around stepping lightly, with her black forepaws going deeper. As she realized she was at the lake, and look quick drinks I might as well, feed myself and the pack, to show I’m not here just to be here. As she silently walked she was alert for prey, or other items such as pine cones, whipping them around was fun, as she looked at her two beloved tails she saw there was little white hairs she picked at them then she saw a vole, small, but an easy kill. As she leaped her lyxxus body took over, making the leap, she landed quietly, getting closer the delicious smell of meat got to her, and she looked at it small, puny. She never thought how the prey felt when it died, all its blood oozing out, making a puddle of red in the snow, getting covered by newly fallen snow. As she pawed it her cat-like claws retracted killing it with blood, covered nails.
She gulped it down, in two bites, full-filling for now; she kept her keen green eyes out, for bigger prey, jackalope was delicious to her anyway. She kept jogging around then she found it, a single jackalope. It eating the seldom, green shoots. As she kept her head forward, her body spazzed out, sending her into the jackalope. She took its puny life looking into its hazel eyes looking desperate for a breath, its flank moving up then down for the final time. “Your death has helped me and my pack, when you die you gives us full stomachs, thank you, you shall make a nice meal.”
As she took, the jackalope scruff smaller than the usual scruff, she ignored it all and saw the impressive rack. She jogged and stopped something told her to stop. She turned around and buried the kill. She howled, she wanted someone even if it was Vanya. She looked at the sky and lay down next to her buried kill. She wanted someone new, to meet, them to have as friends.
She gulped it down, in two bites, full-filling for now; she kept her keen green eyes out, for bigger prey, jackalope was delicious to her anyway. She kept jogging around then she found it, a single jackalope. It eating the seldom, green shoots. As she kept her head forward, her body spazzed out, sending her into the jackalope. She took its puny life looking into its hazel eyes looking desperate for a breath, its flank moving up then down for the final time. “Your death has helped me and my pack, when you die you gives us full stomachs, thank you, you shall make a nice meal.”
As she took, the jackalope scruff smaller than the usual scruff, she ignored it all and saw the impressive rack. She jogged and stopped something told her to stop. She turned around and buried the kill. She howled, she wanted someone even if it was Vanya. She looked at the sky and lay down next to her buried kill. She wanted someone new, to meet, them to have as friends.
