Post by c3rt on Nov 26, 2013 21:07:17 GMT -5
Kodiak walked down a path that obviously had some traffic, as the foliage had been cut down from the passing of other creatures, Atticus skipping along beside him. They walked for several hours, finding a water source which to quench their thirst and to stop for a few minutes. Atticus always loved to talk, he did not mind whether he got a response or not, but Kodiak still would acknowledge him and show his mood by physical gestures as to what he was thinking. After walking for another hour, their pittance of a meal from earlier was running low, Atticus was the first one to speak:
“I'm huuunnngryyyyyyyy… want to get something to eat?” He looked in the direction of a field with some tall grass.
Kodiak also pointed his nose in that direction, lifting one paw and pointing his tail straight back as if saying “lets go there.”
After sulking around the field through the tall grass to get a better look, they found their mark: a lone deer was grazing next to the small pond right on the other side of the field. Kodiak pointed to the left, and looked at Atticus intently.
“Ok,” Atticus whispered, “Just like always.”
Atticus slinked right on the edge of the field, as to not raise any suspicion. He crouched a little to the left facing the deer, that way the deer would have to run backwards, he was blocked by the pond on Atticus’s right. He waited a couple of minutes for Kodiak to get into position.
The hair on the back of Atticus’s neck was standing up. He knew what this feeling was, he had experienced it before, as if the wind was more pronounced as it ran through his fur. After a bit, he knew the time was right. After a beat, he charged headlong towards the deer, making as much noise as he could. He could feel the dirt being thrown behind him, and the wind that he felt on his face was refreshing. He felt alive. Before the deer had noticed he was coming, he had already closed half the distance. The deer was caught off guard, and turned around to run away.
Atticus knew that with the deer’s long legs, the deer would be able to outrun him in a short time. But it wasn’t the plan. The deer felt as if he might be able to get away, but before him a head appeared. It was Kodiak; he was hiding in the long grass on the other side of the deer! The deer froze. Atticus finished closing the distance in a short time, and leaped right onto the hindquarters of the deer, and latched on. The deer arched upwards, and with a swift movement, Kodiak jumped up for the deer’s throat. The deer was no more.
After unlatching his jaw, Atticus shouted, “Whew! Always so much fun! Wanna do it again?”
Kodiak was focused on separating the carcass into sections, one for each of them and another two sections for later. Both of them were pretty hungry, so the first sections were dispatched in no time. After each had their full belly, they rested from their respective food babies. Atticus rolled over onto his back, and squirmed for a bit in elation, and Kodiak just curled up and rested his head on the cool ground.
Both of them heard a noise: rustling in the outskirts of the grass. A Yellowish brown wolf with cream undersides appeared with his head over top of the grass.
Atticus made sure they both were heard. He quickly stood up, and said, “Who’s there?”
“I'm huuunnngryyyyyyyy… want to get something to eat?” He looked in the direction of a field with some tall grass.
Kodiak also pointed his nose in that direction, lifting one paw and pointing his tail straight back as if saying “lets go there.”
After sulking around the field through the tall grass to get a better look, they found their mark: a lone deer was grazing next to the small pond right on the other side of the field. Kodiak pointed to the left, and looked at Atticus intently.
“Ok,” Atticus whispered, “Just like always.”
Atticus slinked right on the edge of the field, as to not raise any suspicion. He crouched a little to the left facing the deer, that way the deer would have to run backwards, he was blocked by the pond on Atticus’s right. He waited a couple of minutes for Kodiak to get into position.
The hair on the back of Atticus’s neck was standing up. He knew what this feeling was, he had experienced it before, as if the wind was more pronounced as it ran through his fur. After a bit, he knew the time was right. After a beat, he charged headlong towards the deer, making as much noise as he could. He could feel the dirt being thrown behind him, and the wind that he felt on his face was refreshing. He felt alive. Before the deer had noticed he was coming, he had already closed half the distance. The deer was caught off guard, and turned around to run away.
Atticus knew that with the deer’s long legs, the deer would be able to outrun him in a short time. But it wasn’t the plan. The deer felt as if he might be able to get away, but before him a head appeared. It was Kodiak; he was hiding in the long grass on the other side of the deer! The deer froze. Atticus finished closing the distance in a short time, and leaped right onto the hindquarters of the deer, and latched on. The deer arched upwards, and with a swift movement, Kodiak jumped up for the deer’s throat. The deer was no more.
After unlatching his jaw, Atticus shouted, “Whew! Always so much fun! Wanna do it again?”
Kodiak was focused on separating the carcass into sections, one for each of them and another two sections for later. Both of them were pretty hungry, so the first sections were dispatched in no time. After each had their full belly, they rested from their respective food babies. Atticus rolled over onto his back, and squirmed for a bit in elation, and Kodiak just curled up and rested his head on the cool ground.
Both of them heard a noise: rustling in the outskirts of the grass. A Yellowish brown wolf with cream undersides appeared with his head over top of the grass.
Atticus made sure they both were heard. He quickly stood up, and said, “Who’s there?”