Konah

BREAKING ALL THE RULES

eagerly, Konah trots toward the lake. mug is dipped into the cool, refreshing fluids. oral muscle stretches gratefully, scooping the liquid and carrying it into an elated maw. Konah drinks for a long time; the dripping plush is lifted after quite a while. sniffer is thrusted into the air, sucking in the sweet scents of the wildnerness. deer, rabbits, pike... all wonderful prey. but what Konah really craves is moose meat. the scent of moose is also mixed in, too; but there are so many scents that the huntress cannot tell if it is old or new. letting out a muffled groan, Konah turns to a few bushes, hops deftly over them, turns, and waits. something good has to come sooner or later.

KA (known as) Konah
announced bitch
kin timber wolf
orbited 2 years old
tinted silver-gray, rust
sized up 20" in.
act extreme dominance, intelligence, and skills do not lack in Konah. she is young, but a wonderful fighter. many scoff at her being alphess--when she is--at such a young age, but Konah is skilled and smart in this category. stealthy, clever, and fun-loving, this young wolf will take up any challenge. she is aggressive to the bone, as well as dominant to the bone. her golden eyes are always cold and unforgiving, but Konah's nature is protective and usually friendly--to those she rules. if another wolf tries taking her position, then they'll be ripped to shreds and left to die. brisk, clever, and a trickster, Konah is an amazing wolf. past will do later.

*Prey*

If the water weren't frozen over so, Konah would see the bloated and pale bodies of many fish. Or the peculiar lack of algea on the rocks and submerged branches.

There were other things to tell the sickness of the lake though. There was indeed a moose nearby. Through the dusty cold snow there were tracks to show where the ambling creature had passed through. An unusually large amount of fur here and there fallen upon the lake's frozen serface. If this track if followed, it will lead to a yearling cow moose that is collaped on the ice, but not dead...

The scent of various rodents lingers on the air as well...

Konah

a cold, wet sniffer twitched slightly. picking up the scent of a moose, Konah begins crouching low, stalking silently and excitedly. her pools stare down at the trail as Konah follows the tracks eagerly. dial tilts at the sight of the fur, but the silvery vixen continues on. and then she spots the moose. quivering in excitement, huntress crouches down. golden visionaries stare eagerly as Konah creeps forward. just a few more steps, now... jezebel lunges forward, trap wide opened, gleaming ivories bared and ready. Konah attempts to grasp and snap the cow's spinal cord. if that happenes, then it is over with, and Konah will have won their battle.

*Moose*

Out on the open ice, the moose was able to hear and see the hunting fae caming towards her at the last moment. Standing wildly up on her lengthly limbs, her spine is pulled out of momentary reach. Konah's fangs tear past the cow's side instead. With blazing eyes, the moose attempts to shake the wolf off and run; but the ice and snow are slipping her up and she crashed down... A 'crack' is heard, but the snow doesn't reveal if the crack is made by the ice or by one of the moose's bones...

And although there is no strange scent or injury about her, something seems not quite right... maybe it's the way her eyes are so dialated, or how fast her breath was going before she even knew she was under attack...