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Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Posted on December 8, 2013 at 08:47:23 PM by Owl

Day had declined to evening, a still gray time in the winter that woke a flurry of small activity here and there among the lesser creatures of the mountain. Crepuscular deer began to move carefully through the thickets and meadows, lightly dusted with snow, and rabbits and hares began to stir as they started the return to their homes. Predators, of course, were omnipresent and ever-threatening, and today was no exception; many eyes watched from the murk of the small forests, lying in wait and tense preparation for their very own evening meals.

One of the set of eyes in the trees, a lamplike yellow, belonged to a strange sort of hunter to be so high up in the gathering evening. Owl was hardly the silent predator his namesake was, but he had learned a considerable amount from watching their methods, lessons he intended to employ in his own way. He had settled on a high bald branch, tall enough to be out of sight and provide him quite a panoramic view of the ground below. The lithe little wolf male had passed from teenagerdom to adulthood quietly, certainly without the activity his sister Grayling had deemed necessary to do so. Puppies! She was barely more than a puppy herself, if you asked him, and she certainly acted like it... But their father would raise them as he had raised Grayling and her sisters himself, alone in the lovely Coral Flower packlands they had called home.

Still, no time to think on that now, he told himself as he quieted his thoughts. Though he was no true owl, he resembled one, colored distinctly with the pale tawny hues of the barn owl. Owl adjusted his position on the branch he had chosen, careful to distribute his light weight accordingly, and cast his eyes downwards, muscles tense and ready. There - a hare, a somewhat meagre accomplishment for what seemed an elaborate method, but aerial kills were hard to master and Owl was still practicing. Lifting his wings, thin and soundless as feathered blades, into the air, Owl rose from the branch with barely a creak in the tree, no sound out of the ordinary - and flung himself forward and downward, paws and blunt wolf's claws outstretched to slam into the unsuspecting hare. Once he had pinned the hare, crushing light lapine bones with the force of his blow, it was a matter of time watching the thing struggle faintly before perishing under his paws.

The method had worked, today, a victory Owl was considerably proud of. Too many times he'd nearly broken a bone trying to emulate the bird he was named for, truly too large a creature to hunt aerially, though he had half a mind to try ambushing deer with the method. That, however, would require a partner, and with Hawk apparently vanished and his sisters either disinterested in hunting or too crazy to be of use on a hunt, it seemed he wouldn't find one soon. Sighing faintly, Owl sat, frustrated and a little saddened by his lack of companionship.

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