Out in the forest (Open)

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This is the hunt. To a wolf, the hunt is a way of life. It is a feeling that is ever present in their souls and drives their actions.

Wind drifted through the forest canopy and whipped around Snare's furred face, making the hairs swirl and dance sprightly through the air. His eyes lit ablaze with bloodlust and he crouched under the dark, shady canopy of the forest. Night had just drawn close and he felt the pangs of hunger stirring deep within his belly. He held back a low growl and flattened his ears as he waited.

The scent of a young doe lingered in the ear and Snare's ears twitched as he heard the slow crunch of leaves as his prey moved through the forest. Bloodlust coursed through his veigns and he could feel his rationality slipping with the deepening of his breath and the heat swelling from his insides; it tugged on my skin and prickling his senses in reminder of past prey caught, and future prey he would catch. The feeling intensified and it begged him to launch an attack on the doe now.

But Snare forced himself to wait.

Where is my partner? He thought bitterly as his eyes skimmed across the forest floor. They knew I was going out to hunt. Why didn't they send someone out to help me yet? Snare tossed his head in frustration as he waited. It will be too hard to catch the doe on my own. Although, he found the thought tantalizingly tempting.

[v.anadium !]

The dark of night had always been Taydin's friend, and yet his own worst enemy. As the darkness fell and seeped itself into the trunks of the trees and into the dew of the ground, ghostly feet padded through the shadowy stalks of the forest and searched for something he wasn't aware he was going to find. Taydin struck the naked eye as a ghost, more often than not; he was the ultimate con artist, and he used his shocking appearance to his advantage. The long wispy fur that clung loosely to his body was what gave him that vaporous image of a ghost.

Taydin snuck himself around the tree trunks, their long branches reaching outwards and just narrowly missing him as he slipped through. His amber eyes watched and waited, for he could feel and sense and smell that someone else was here.

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Snare stopped his irritated ear twitching as another sound caught his attention. He opened his mouth to take in the musky scents of the forest and he became as still as stone as he realized it wasn't another deer that had made its presence. He could taste wolf on the wind, and though his stomach protested, he shifted his gaze in search of the newcomer wolf, his prey forgotten. The scent was fresh and he could tell there was a wolf near.

Is it a pack-mate? he wondered slightly, then second guessed himself. Then why would they hide themselves from me? He chewed the question over in his head. Deciding to go with his gut, he stood to his feet and let out a ferocious growl, sending the doe he had been watching fleeing the scene.

"I know you're out there. I can smell you." His gaze darted in his plane of vision as he tried to pick out every leaf that was out of place.