Post by Sarah1127 on Nov 14, 2010 7:58:15 GMT -5
Raavyn never complains, she holds her ground during a fight and is brave. She has keen senses and is very experienced in hunting food. She loves to travel and she loves the fact of humans. She is often scolded for this odd talk of humans. But I listen. Many humans encounter her and do not react in anyway. They don't act surprised, blessed, angry, happy, or sad. They just seem normal, like it happens to them everyday. Raavyn then speaks in her sweet little innocent voice. "Shall we go to the valleys for our kill?" Raayvn asked me. No Raavyn, that is much to far from our pack. We shall keep traveling through the forest and find a kill. The bushes started to move and rustle. Raavyn knew just what to do. I took a seat to watch the show. Raavyn crouched and I strictly, strongly, and sharply whisper, Posture! Raavyn then fixes her paws together in front of her and speads her back legs apart. She creeps closer and closer, very slowly. Then suddenly a buck bolts out from behind the bush. We both dart after him. We were right on his tail, my pads tingled with excitment. My forelegs left the muddy and sandy earth, and I pounced. I pushed off from the dark ground and landed smoothly on the buck's back. I dug my sharp claws into the buck, and my razor like teeth rips and tears into the neck. Raavyn then leaps up and joins me. The buck fell, still wriggling. We put the beast out of it's misery. We plan to eat a bit and then drag it back to our pack.