Hunting

[Aran]

It was evening, the sun setting and casting a reddish light on the ruins. Aran was hiding underneather a rock, looking around for some unsuspecting prey. A small squirell came out, sniffing the ground, ears moving about. She got into a crouching position, and leaped out of the rock, pouncing on the rodent. With a har crunch between her jaws, the squirell became limp and lifeless. She put it down, saying, "Thank you dear creature for allowing me to end your life, so I may live. May your spirt be at peace." With that, she muched happily on her meal, her silver-white gray from hiding in the ruins.

[Dogsrock]

ooc: please excuse me for interrupting your thread with this,but you have a chinchilla? i love chinchillas!

[Aran]

OOC: In fact I do, his name is Oban. He's to adorable!

[Chuck Norris]

OOC: So do I. same Chinchilla.
A coyote prowled nearby the scene. Seeing the squirrel fall to the fox, he knew he could secure a victory for his tribe, bringing him some honor and the tribe more land. He readied for the attack. Now you die! he thought as he tensed his muscles to pounce.

[Mike]

((Dogsrock, they're brother sister. JSYK))

A grey wolf appeared beside him. Though gray wasn't a good descriptive term. The wolf's fur bordered on silver, yet he didn't appear to be that old. His black stripes stood out starkly against the silver fur. "You wouldn't be thinking of attacking another on non-tribe land, now would you?" he asked.

[Chuck Norris]

"If you call scaring a loner from hunting near coyote-turf, well yes." He dropped his original stature and faced the newcomer. "Im C'baoth, and you are who?" he said as his ear turned to keep watch on the fox for movement.

[Aran]

Aran spun around at the sound of voices. "Who's there?" She called out. "I know there's two of you, i know that much." She crouched low. "Come out." She said in a low tone. Her silver hair bristled.

[Mike]

"I'm Scarclaw. And this is no-tribe's land. If she strays into your territory, by all means, chase her out. But do anything before she sets foot in it, and that is not of the Tribes." Scarclaw knew exactly what he was talking about, even if he was a loner.

[Chuck Norris]

C'baoth chuckled. "Why do you care, anyhow? Its not like i was attacking you." he turned back to his original postition before noticing the fox and laid himself down. He closed his eyes, but his ears belied his apparent rest. he opened his mouth only to say "it not like wolves really care about foxes, anyhow."

[Mike]

"I've recently started caring about what's right. Having a mate does that to you...." his voice trailed off for a second. "But she has impressed upon me the importance of doing what's right, not what benefits yourself."

[Chuck Norris]

"Well congratulations for having a mate! I hope your relationship lives long and prospers." said C'baoth as he nodded to Scarclaw. 'You say those rules as if you know them by heart. Were you a Howling Tribe member? You smell slightly like one, but only slightly."

[Aran]

Aran sighed, realizing that they wouldn't come out, and leaped over to them "Hello." She said in a low monotone voice.

[Chuck Norris]

OOC:((were about.......a good 4-5 feet up.))

[Aran]

((Ahem just go with it))

[Mike]

((Indeed))
"No. I was never part of Howling Tribe. My tribe is dead." Scarclaw's voice changed from warm to ice cold in an instant.

[Chuck Norris]

"Died? How so, if you don't mind me asking?" C'baoth said inquisitively. He liked hearing about stories of others' pasts and such, especially ones he can "help" end, like a quest.

[Mike]

"Why should I tell you how my pack died?" snarled the loner. That was a very sore subject for him, even after all these years.

[Aran]

Aran sat down, wanting to see what would happen. It looked quite interesting.

[Chuck Norris]

"I never said you have to tell me. I inquired about it. If you do not wish to tell me, say 'I don't want to tell you'. I then will say 'ok'. Don't get your fur bristled up when i ask you a question you don't have to answer." He turned to the fox and said "there is nothing to see here, fox. I suggest you leave and return to your den. Its dark and you might not make it back before it gets pitch-black out."

[Mike]

The wolf's hackles were still raised. "Why would you even think that somebody would want to tell you why all their friends died and couldn't do anything to stop it?"