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[Ourpawprints]

When Sandra didn't get an answer she sniffed the air. The only scent she remembered was bird. She lowered herself to the ground and stalked forward, toward the bird. She kept her whole body low and walked with her pads touching the floor instead of her paws. She saw the bird, it was a pretty, little bird of a species she had never seen. But it would soon be her meal. Sandra hid in the brush and stalked until she was about a yard away from the bird. She wiggled he haunches oddly, then leaped forward, resembling the hunting style of a cat more then a dog. She dug her fangs into the bird's neck, the pretty, orange feathers turning blood red. She picked up her kill and walked back to Blessing. "So, can you hunt, or what?" she asked once more.

[dizzy hurricane.]

Blessing turned around, shocked. "Oh. Um, well, I've never tried ... but I'm insistent on trying. Might as well try, and if I can't get anything, so be it." She flicked her large ears and wagged her tail, smiling slightly at Sandra. She didn't know if this would get her better or worse in the other dog's mind, but she honestly didn't care.

[Ourpawprints]

"Well, unless you want to waste your time then let me show you. Its not hard to do... after years of practice and hard work." Sandra said with a grin. "Oh, and cats. They are amazing hunters, sure they aren't the friendliest creatures on earth but after observing some cats hunting became much easier." she added. "Now, do what I do." the fae ordered, lowering herself to the ground. She picked up her paws one at a time so that she was standing on her pads, so that her footsteps were silent. "Got it?"

[dizzy hurricane.]

Blessing mirrored her pose, first crouching down, and then lifting her paws up. She balanced on her paw pads, slightly wobbly at first. She grinned, which stopped a giggle at herself. She tried to straiten herself up, but it was really hard to balance on one's pad pads if they haven't been practicing it. She studied her paws hard, trying to get it perfect. But she wasn't perfect. No one really was, were they? She looked out into the forest, trying to figure out what predators would be out there. Or cats. If they had some cats, like Sandra said, she could observe them later.

[Ourpawprints]

"Hold your body weight in the center of your pads. Otherwise you'll be lopsided." Sandra advised, flattening her ears back and lowering her tail. She laughed slightly. No wonder it didn't come naturally to the new dog, this was a cat technique. But the dog technique was rather loud and disruptive, usually the prey gets away pretty fast. So when she was a pup she took it as a personal challenge to learn to hunt like a cat. And she would have probably starved with such lack of prey if she had just ran up to the prey animal and bit it, like dogs usually do.

[dizzy hurricane.]

Blessing giggled to herself and tried the new technique. She was much stabler once she got her weight balanced, but still - this was a new thing to her, she was bound to make mistakes. She looked at Sandra, deciding that she really liked this other dog. She was pretty nice.

[Mimi-911]

Lilly Rose fought to pull herself to her feet, wincing every now and then. She pressed a nose to her front left paw, licking it with her rough tongue. After her 'medication', Lilly stood straight, and howled into the sky, like she had heard other dogs do. She fought to keep her balance while doing so; her melodic howl echoing over the deserted beach.

As she lowered her head, she limped away, following the scents on her nose, desperately searching for another dog. She knew they were here; their smells were brought on the wind. But, well, if she could, she would, but that was seeming a bit impossible right now.

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra smiled. "Now, one paw at a time move forward." she demonstrated by stalking forward slowly, her eyes focused ahead of her. "But, whatever you do, make absolutely no noise. The point of stalking is sneaking up on your prey and surprising it." she said, her tail swooshing back and forth slightly.

[omori]

[ Quick post, couldn't stay away >w< ]

As Sandra walked away, Abi's eyes were blazing and her mouth was heavily turned down. But as the terrier went further, the shepherd smiled and laughed. Despite her acting, Abi really liked Sandra and her attitude. "Huh, she's not bad," Abi said to herself, still smiling as she turned the other way, shaking her head. "A lot different than what I've encountered.. Maybe we'll meet up on the island later. Like at a rondevous point.. At the stream." Then Abi stopped. Why was she talking to herself exactly? Was this seriously getting to her head already?

Her thoughts were cut short as another howl ripped through the forest. Rolling her eyes and sighing, Abi trudged in the opposite direction. The last thing she wanted was a dog that she didn't like around.

A slight scent wafted through the air, trailing around Abi's nose, teasing her. Immediately her tracking position was in place. Her nose close to the ground, she sniffed around. What was that? Something she hadn't smelled before, certainly. Perhaps a bird?

A small hissing noise reverberated the small area around the shepherd. A snake trailed her; had that been the scent? With a slight shrug Abi continued along, trying to find something to eat for her and the others—if they reunited.

Soon enough a bird came into view. It was rather small, with black feathers and a hint of red. Smiling a bit, Abi assumed her attack position. Charging at the bird, Abi sink her teeth into... the tree.
"Gah!" she said, trying to rub her nose. "Wasn't that big anyways," she muttered. Continuing along, Abi came across a few more birds, each without successful hunting. "Gosh, little animals are harder than humans," she whispered. "At least they won't kill me though."

At last, Abi stumbled upon a quiet bird, still pretty small but not very fussy. "You're mine," she muttered under her breath. Sure enough, the shepherd's teeth sank into not the bark of a tree, but the decadent flesh of the bird.

Proud, she began to bring it back to the river.

[ Rambling, sorry. Needed to write. Probably won't be too active until Saturday. ]

[Ourpawprints]

Sandra turned her head to the noise, still balancing on her pads. When she saw it was Abi she spoke. "Not so much like finding bombs, is it?" the terrier laughed. She considered teaching Abi how to hunt, because clearly Abi's idea of running up to the prey as fast as possible and biting it was useless. Sandra thought about it for a moment then decided that the more of them that could hunt the better. "C'mon, I'll show you." she offered, a slight smile across her face.