Hunting was fun. It took one's mind off of things save for what they were doing right then and there, it gave him focus. And on top of that it brought food back to the pack. He and his pack had recently ousted human settlers in the Falwood, with the help of a few human mercenaries, and had even learned the art of cooking from one of them, now they only ever ate cooked meat unless they couldn't start a fire. With such improvements in the way they did things they began to grow, slowly, but they grew nonetheless.
Baraek hesitated a moment, and sniffed the air once, then a second time, and continued along the trail left behind by their quarry. It was a large buck they hunted, majestic and white, almost as big as they were, and that was no mean feat. So he hunted, alone. It was strange for a wolf to hunt alone, wolves always preferred to be with their pack. Only he needed a little bit of time alone, he and the alpha had been quarrelling more frequently, it hadn't come to blows just yet but that was the inevitable conclusion that everyone foresaw.
He stopped, and sniffed the air again. Another scent, not a deer, no. A wolf, but not one of theirs. He forgot about the buck, he needed to know what this was. Intruders would not be tolerated. He crept through the forested landscape, coming ever closer to the intruder, being certain to stay downwind of them so that they were less likely to catch his scent. He spied her, he couldn't make out much detail from where he was but he could tell that she was fellow wolf-kin like himself, though she was not of their pack, so suspicion was on her.
Normally he used his swords, he had them on him at the moment too, but right now his bow was better. He withdrew an arrow and pulled back on the string. He made ready to fire, though he wouldn't kill her just yet, not until he was certain she was a threat.
Baraek hesitated a moment, and sniffed the air once, then a second time, and continued along the trail left behind by their quarry. It was a large buck they hunted, majestic and white, almost as big as they were, and that was no mean feat. So he hunted, alone. It was strange for a wolf to hunt alone, wolves always preferred to be with their pack. Only he needed a little bit of time alone, he and the alpha had been quarrelling more frequently, it hadn't come to blows just yet but that was the inevitable conclusion that everyone foresaw.
He stopped, and sniffed the air again. Another scent, not a deer, no. A wolf, but not one of theirs. He forgot about the buck, he needed to know what this was. Intruders would not be tolerated. He crept through the forested landscape, coming ever closer to the intruder, being certain to stay downwind of them so that they were less likely to catch his scent. He spied her, he couldn't make out much detail from where he was but he could tell that she was fellow wolf-kin like himself, though she was not of their pack, so suspicion was on her.
Normally he used his swords, he had them on him at the moment too, but right now his bow was better. He withdrew an arrow and pulled back on the string. He made ready to fire, though he wouldn't kill her just yet, not until he was certain she was a threat.