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Post by AmyMarie on Aug 2, 2012 11:52:36 GMT
Hunt on the foothills of the mountains, many hares and elk are found here ~
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Post by AmyMarie on Aug 3, 2012 17:33:14 GMT
Finally, the Northern Pack hunting party had arrived. Zara spotted a large rock, and she clambered up onto it to get a better view. Her eyes surveyed the foothills, until she spotted a decent herd of elk not too far in the distance. She signaled to the others to move downwind, towards the herd.
Not long later, everyone had got into positions. However, it was one of the younger wolves with less experience, who had been forced to hunt to forefill the needs of the leader, who gave them away. The herd began to move, and then the wolves sprung into action.
Lucky for them, Zara had structed the hunt well, and they were able to bring down a large female elk. She let the others kill it off. She watched as the other elk looked behind them, the despair in their eyes at seeing one of there own die. Zara hardly ever felt the guilt, but she did when they brought down a baby elk.
She was somewhat glad they were successful. And seeing as it was a large elk, the others may get a little meat. She felt bad after every meal she had. So much so she considered doing what Mionie had done. Maybe she would, she might get away with it. The wolves began making there way back, some carrying the elk, others taking it slow after the rush of the hunt.
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