Posted by Zebbidiah, Isaiah, & Syn on October 21, 2009, 3:11 am
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The zinc hued-mix jogged with his nose up, following the strong scent of a buck elk in the air. Behind him padded a teen fem, white with silver stripes up her legs. Her frosty green, black lined eyes darted about, knowing the party was close. And behind her a similarly aged golden blond brute zig-zagged, icy blue eyes ahead as he followed the same trail as his brother in the front. The dark silver brute halted, his two followers stopping short as well as they watched his ears perk. Eyes the same color as the younger blonde wolf stared through the thick growth of the forest, ears twitching to the sound of rushign water coming from the river to their right. Just ahead, though the twining brush and trees, was a small herd of elk, the focus of each canine's attention the buck in its center.
Glancing over his shoulder, Zeb motioned for the fem to go far. Without word, Syn skirted widely around the group of beasts, stopping on the opposite side as her father and uncle. Looking now to the younger brute, Zeb motioned him left. Isaiah moved in silence, keeping close but unnoticeble to the herd. With the other two in place, the zinc brute shifted slightly right, moving close to the herd and watching with anticipation. Catching the frosty green eyes of his daughter, the young brute gave a nod. With no further ado, Syn bolted in at the herd, yowling and snarling to send the elk into a frenzy.
It worked. The dumb beasts fled in the opposite direction, unkowingly streaming right past the other two waiting wolves. Isaiah and Zebbidiah's eyes were focused intently on the buck, moving in through the scattering does without a sound. In the instant the buck stood ran between them, both brutes launched themselves into action. The smaller, teen blonde hybrid leapt into the air earlier, catching the buck by the throat. Zeb came in a second later, jumping to grab ahold of the buck's crest. Syn was soon to follow, aiming low and latching on to one of the beast's rear legs. The buck flailed, unable to continue it's run. It dragged the wolves several feet until their weight dragged him down. He kicked and bayed, praying for the wolves to stop.
Zeb clung onto the buck's crest, shaking the mass of muscle with all his might. Dispite the buck's wild kicks, Syn moved her bite further up the animal's leg and hung on. Isaiah pushed the buck's head down with his body, jaws rearranging themselves on the elk's jugular. Feeling the thick tube under his teeth, the young husky-wolf clamped down tightly, grinding his jaws back and forth to sever every sinew. There was a loud shrieking scream from the buck, body jerking and heaving dangerously before it lay still.
It was a moment before the wolves let go, eyes on their prey. But at long last, they each took a step back, licking their lips, tails wagging feverently behind them. They looked to eachother with triumph, proud of their hunt.
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