Gods damn it! Larkspur cursed in their mind, watching the deer slip free. They were almost tempted to try again but they felt like it would be tempting fate. They shot an apologetic look toward Reed, intending explain their actions behind chasing away their meal only to blink as the burly wolf took off. it seemed instinct had gotten the better of her and Larkspur obligingly followed from a slight distance - the bark-brindled wolf was muscular yes, but she was muscular in a slender, wire-y way. Their muscles had been trained to handle the straight of flight and ensuring they could breath well enough in the sky, the core strength to keep their hindlegs held out behind them for miles without lowering them. What they did not have were the powerful jaws to sink into the thickened neck of larger prey like deer or elk, hence when they hunted, they played the role of a flanker. Seeing the deer come a halt confused the lithe wolf but given their hungering state, with a determined (if soft) snarl, they pulled just ahead enough be capable of snapping at the deer's hocks and added a pinch of fear for good measure. With any luck, it'll try to escape toward Reed. --- Failure - the deer is startled by the presence and lashes out, managing to kick them in the face -2H Text. Speech. Thoughts. |
Rainbow Hills
A rolling landscape of hills and valleys. Various mineral deposits here have turned the soil into a kaleidoscope of colors.
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