xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BETA FEMALExxxxxxCHERRY BLOSSOMS AND ROSESxxxxxxIN THE CAMP
- [ TAGGED ] MERCY, DESPEREAUXxxx[ MENTIONS ] FINCH, KIREI
Calypso didn't actually have a good sleep, but it was the least of her worries at the moment. Bolting across the leaf-strewn forest ground, the last traces of sleep were steadily being ripped away as her muscles coiled and extended in rhythm to her bounds, each mighty push of her hind legs bringing her closer than ever to the fleeing doe. Her shoulders tensed in anticipation, and she pounced, claws grazing the doe's back and tearing tender skin in the process. With a strained yelp, the doe bucked and reeled away. Calypso took advantage of her hesitation to leap vertically and cling onto her slender neck, fangs diving down for the vulnerable throat. Her entire weight that fell on the poor creature was simply too much for it to bear and its legs buckled. The pale-pelted fae clung on, her sides heaving from exertion and her teeth firmly clamped around the doe in an attempt to suffocate. She could feel its breaths gradually ebbing away, the life quickly draining out of it as its legs stopped twitching and its noble head sagged down to the moist earth.
A fine kill, she had to say. Vixen would be pleased, and the entire pack could have a fine breakfast. Pulling away from the doe, Calypso ran and appraising eye over it. It was plump and healthy, with no signs of illness or malnutrition, except for the little twisted hoof. That sort of doe was something hard to come by. It was large, too, almost rivalling a buck in size. Letting a soft rumble slip past her maw in sheer satisfaction, Calypso sank her teeth into the scruff of the doe's neck and began dragging the whole bulk of it back to the camp. She stepped over the lush olive undergrowth before the full glare of the morning sun hit her muzzle. There was no one there at camp yet, only a few stragglers, and Mercy was at her usual spot by the nursery den. Flicking her ear, Calypso swivelled her head around to glance back at the forest just as Finch emerged from it with another doe in his jaws. She nodded in approval. Finch was a proactive wolf who was also a hard worker. It wasn't surprising to see him already up and hunting like she was.
Calypso decided to talk to Mercy. The gentle female was rather a close friend of hers and she thoroughly enjoyed her company. As she neared the nursery, she also spotted the unmistakable form of Desper. The Beta dipped her head once in respectful greeting. "Good morning, Mercy, Desper. How has the night treated you?" she asked, a ghost of a smile flitting across her muzzle as she gazed down at the little bundles of fur twining round her ankles. Many also sniffed the doe in curiosity and butted its warm underbelly.
