A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on July 2, 2018 at 03:50:09 PM by Perdere
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Other than his command for her to find a place to rest, they traveled in silence. Their pace had slowed considerably, given Perdere‘s injured limb, but it seem to be at a pace that Shilo could move more comfortably at - she was not getting winded or out of breath at all as compared to how she had been earlier. The kalak made note of it - not that he cared, but if they needed to run again, he needed to know exactly where she was at endurance wise. For run they would have to - it would be their only chance if they were attacked again. After his fight with the cougar, his stores were utterly spent, especially since he kept bleeding continuously, wasting his blood volume and his energy stores. His wound was in the peskiest of spots, so that each step, the blood clot that formed there continued to get irritated and disrupted and tore apart slightly so that it truly could not clot. But still he continued - there was no point in stopping. Out here, in the open, they were sitting ducks… They needed at least a den that was dependable so that the mouth would work as a bottleneck. And as the time passed, minutes, perhaps an hour, he worried that she would fail to find something, that in this too she would be useless. But then she changed direction slightly and torn back the curtain, a green one made from ivy and brush that was overgrown… and behind it there was indeed a den. Even from here, Pradera could see the back of it, could see just how small and shallow it was. But not only was there any scent tgat wasn’t stagnant, but already it had a protective covering over it which would help to mask their own scent and to mask their bodies from prying eyes. Without hesitating, Perdere used her snout to urge her inside. He took a few moments to look about, making sure that no one saw them enter. His twin towers swiveled on their ends, trying to pick up any hint that another might be out there, watching them… But even with the large surface area of his pinnae, he heard nothing. The swamp was completely and utterly silent. He grimaced, and then swept behind the curtain, rubbing up alongside her in order to turn around and lay down, being extremely careful to not irritate his leg anymore than he had already. And now, finally at rest, he took another of his paws and placed it over the bite wounds, applying pressure to help staunch the blood flow. “We shall have to wait a day or two before heading out to again - with a wound in a place such as this, any movement would be sure to open it up again, and we can’t have that. Already it is regrettable that we now have a blood trail going directly to where we are hiding.” He paused to slowly peel his paw off - it had not taken much time, already it was clotting like it was supposed to. A serious grimace curled his lips. “At least it blood so much as to push out any infection…” He paused and raised his dark muddy orbs to peer at her. “You know this means I cannot hunt for the next few days, right? If we are to eat, it will have to be you to grab the food. Have you ever gone fishing before?” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The demons run circles… ...round and round in my head... |
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- I’m Infected, By Your Genetics - By Shilo July 18, 2018 at 01:40:49 AM
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