Post by Sandtiger on Sept 12, 2012 12:42:01 GMT -8
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| Heading towards one of the out-land valleys, where a small plain existed and thus prey existed, Efron, or more commonly known now as Swithun, was somewhat charged up for this day. The dark wolf was like a ghost as he silently tramped down the steep valley forests to the plain. He was now 2 years old, or just about, and like himself, he decided that to celebrate his coming of age, proving himself capable of hunting large prey was just the right thing. The wolf was at his full height, and he was tall, at 38 inches at the shoulder, lean with muscle. His months with the Northern pack had helped, it was tougher to get along than in the South. But Swithun was grateful for that, because it made him stronger. As the black wolf with mischievous, twinkling dark eyes come to the edge of the treeline, he spotted a lone, elderly bison. It had faded, brown fur and a broken, left horn, and Efron's keen eyes spotted a slight limp in the back left leg. His tail swaying behind the lean, lanky wolf, he contemplated if this would be his prey. It was odd to him that a bison would be lone, but from the scent he knew it was an elderly male. Perhaps the herd had left it behind? A trademark smirk appeared on the male's face, his dangerous eyes flashing. It was time to show he was not weak like a pup, but strong, and capable as an adult. Ah yes... this shall do nicely... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A |
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