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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2017 21:51:54 GMT -8
Rain nods to Raisa and Lavender before flicking her tail at the others. "You'll learn everyone's name soon enough but for now we have borders to mark." With this, Rain turns and starts to make her way out of their make shift camp and towards the closest border, though way from where the others might be hunting for the day. Having her group with the borders being around the hunting group would jeopardize the hunting party and Rain couldn't have that. They all needed to eat. Glancing back to see who was coming, Rain will slow down her pace if the pups are following. If not, she keeps the same pace to get tot he first border quickly. They didn't have a large area they were calling home, but it was big enough to where it would take time. And if Rain was being honest, she didn't want to do this late at night. Tags- @mint Guardian Raisa @joy @lavender |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 7:50:07 GMT -8
An expectantly attentive ear twitched back in blunt, irritable disapproval, accompanied by a brief dip of her ochre hues before she began following him. Wingnut had no tolerance for the flamboyantly cheerful, overly chatty monstrosities that'd materialized before them. And for a fine reason - as nice as peppiness was, no amount of animated merriness could dig a den, or bring down bucks, or provide any protection from the ferocities of the open plains. Sharp, clever sensibility would be what ensured success, the group's survival as a whole. Wingnut, Twizzle, and Rain were the smartest, the sensibly clever, reliant on reality's logic. That was the reason he'd placed them in charge of hunting and scouting, respectively, fittingly guiding their giddily cheerful newcomers throughout their day-to-day routine. Still, there were the pups to consider - sweet Joy, mute, jaunty Mint - here, their happiness should provide at least a wisp of childhood, and friendly, cheerful faces could only encourage it. Automatically, Wingnut assumed position as Hunting Superior, a decision he personally held few qualms with. The somber, calculative she-wolf would surely ensure success as head, calculating each and every angle of their twisting, ornery targets. Her advice held a particularly ominous piece of information. Receiving wounds now, within autumn's midst, was fatal. They had no sweet, bright-eyed she-wolf to save them, no Snow Rose, no herbs. Lavender's healing abilities had yet to be tested, and besides, she'd barely arrived today. The hunting party had to work with a careful awareness, always considering where they placed their jaws, their heads, a trait that Twizzle, Wingnut, and Chipara already possessed. After providing the party advice, Wingnut divided the lot into pairs, one for each scented boar. Twizzle and Chipara would easily work, both sharing the same analytical mindset. Dusty and Wingnut, on the other hand, would require supervision on his own half. It wasn't out of concern for Wingnut - the sable brown she-wolf would function just fine. Rather, it was for Dusty, for his friendly, ditsy onslaught on Wingnut's drained patience. Carefully, he lifted himself off his opaque haunches, deciding to direct his attention towards Wingnut's pair for the time being, taking care to angle his grey, singular gaze towards them. Tagged: @chipara , @dusty , @joy , @lavender @mint , Guardian Raisa , @rain , @twizzle , @wingnut |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 12:55:46 GMT -8
Big brown eyes caught with heterochromic and already did the small female feel at ease. He was cautious, and had every right to be. After a long while, he spoke “I don’t know,” he said with a large sigh. “Whoever they were, they seemed afraid - maybe of us. They might want to be left alone.” he said, eyes once again resting on Eleven's own. The short female gave a small smile and a solid nod at his decision. He probably knew what was best, besides, it could be dangerous for them both running after a stranger. Still, Eleven wondered what it was like out these brush lands, having really only gotten to this particular place.
Sometimes, she'd still catch the scent of Rowan and that group - but would never pursue the trail. Other times there were rogues of smells so unfamiliar and she would seek to her best friend for protection. At times, much like that very moment, she'd hear yelps from a fight somewhere rather close and a shiver ran down her tiny body, throwing a weary glance to Sollux. She leaned up to gently bite at his large reddish, tugging it slightly away from the direction of noises. "Hungry." she mumbled, her voice soft twinged with slight fear, indicating she wanted to catch food - perhaps not so much on the outskirts of the Brush Lands but more inwards. But more importantly, away from whatever the hell was going down not too far off. There was probably better prey more inland anyway. She gave a soft smile to the taller male and began to pad on slowly, waiting for him to join.
Tagged: @sollux @seven
OOC: Next post, fire?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 9:59:33 GMT -8
Eli lightly snorted as he watched the she wolf speak her peace before bounding into the water watching her unloosen the dirt upon her pelt. He felt himself lost as he gazed at her but quickly shook his head directing his attention elsewhere. She didn't want to give the she wolf the satisfaction with anything. If anything, he wanted to make sure he felt nothing for her, her didn't care for her. At least, that's what he was trying to go for. And so far he knew he might of been failing because every now and then he would catch a peak of the female. It looked fun.. it really did, but he didn't have time for Childish games. "I see.." he noted from the Seraphina. Laying down the air pushing out his nose forcefully as the sun's heat rays ate upon him, the shade could only provide so much for him for the time being. "For a wolf who dislikes this water, she surely do find herself waddling in the mud." A slight roll in his eyes he turned the other way stubbornly as if scared that he too might join in what looked to be fun.. he didn't have time for fun...
Addressed: Seraphina.
Mentioned: Seraphina.
Tagged: @seraphina.
OOC: Sorry the response is so short! I had to do what I could though!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 20:43:19 GMT -8
Cersiren's silhouette crossed the land, her movements the graceful equivalent of a minnow slipping through water. However, her steps through the Brush Lands grew more tired, slower, and her enthusiasm was slowly fading. Thirst made her throat desparingly dry, and hunger made its presence known in the rumbling of her stomach. Eventually, Cersiren slowed to a stop and took a moment to survey her surroundings. She did not hear nor see any water, but she did smell rabbits. At this, she narrows her eyes and sniffs around for the scents of any other possible prey. None. How was she, an unskilled hunter, supposed to catch a swift rabbit?
She supposed it was worth a try.
Allowing her nose to lead her to the nearest rabbit, she waited until it was in her vision. It was a plump one. How Cersiren longed for this meal, the only food she had had since she left her pack were mice, rats, and leftover carcasses. To have a warm, fresh, and actually sizeable meal seemed such a luxury to Cersiren now. It was a sad desperation, having come from a pack where hunters brought back entire fresh deer and buck carcasses.
Crouching with what was most likely improper form, Cersiren shifted her weight from side to side, mentally preparing herself. Taking a deep breath, she decided to stop simply staring at the rabbit and just go for it. She lunged forward, but all too slow, and the rabbit hopped away so fast it left dust to settle in the air behind it. With a sigh, Cersiren lay down, hoping for another rat or mouse to come her way.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2017 16:45:42 GMT -8
Dusty was tingling with radiant excitement. He was going to go on his first official pack hunt with his newly found acquaintances and that had his tummy all bubbly. Immediately when Wingnut began to speak, his tan ears lifted with purpose and his jaws clamped shut. Not speaking a word, he admitted to himself, was quite uncomfortable. He did understand that chit chat while someone was speaking was obviously rude. Blinking with exuberance, he picked up every word that was being spoken, "I'll be taking charge of this hunt as Rowan can not. With autumn upon us, whatever prey we find will likely be skinnier, therefore weaker. However, this will also make them more desperate to stay alive. Kicks, bites, and gouges to any of you will be detrimental to the entire group. That should be starkly obvious. We should find deer most likely in this area, but boars are also a possibility. Report back which scents you all think are closest, and we will move towards them and devise a hunting plan,". His fur began to tickle and he couldn't sit still. Getting to his paws, he inhaled a large amount of air, using his moist nose to allow scent particles to stick to it. He could sense many things around himself, the most predominant smells included dust, minerals, wolf, and heat. Non of these were of any help because Dusty would never revert to cannibalism, dust or minerals would not be very nutritious nor appetizing and no creature on the entirety of this territory could eat heat. Concentrating further, he found a faint smell that teased his sensory receptors. It was the unmistakable tang of deer, while his second nostril picked up the slight stank of a creature he had never scented before, this spiked his interest. Now that he had located the two different mammalian species through his individually exerted nostrils. He now began to analyze the two animals. He knew right off the bat that deer are lithe creatures that can sprint much faster than most wolves. He knew that clearly an adult in the prime of their life could out speed him and out last him in stamina. The weak were the obvious of choices, but, not all herds of animals provide a target with an elder, young, injury or sickness. Boar on the other hand, Dusty has had no prior experience with such a beast, the opportunity had never arose. This intensified his curiosity and drove him to want to tackle this animal. A growl pulled the sand colored male from his analytical thoughts and had his fur standing on end, half expecting something to jump on him. His eyes went to each individual and his pelt steamed with embarrassment but he tried not to show it. Once again, seemingly impatient, Wingnut spoke, "I smell boar to the East. Likely a pair. We will hunt both of them in pairs. Chipara and Twizzle will be one pair, Dusty and I will be another." Dusty's tail began to wag at the mention of his pairing. He knew Wingnut wasn't much of a talker and didn't seem to care for him either since the time he has been in this group unit. It was useful to have her on his team, she was stronger than he was. Hopefully his speed and stamina could balance out her power. Who knows, maybe they could be the best boar beating bunch of wolves in the group! At this point, his body was beginning to quiver with excitement. "We will maneuver around until we can pursue the two boars in a direction that leads past this site, but not through it. Biting at their heels will be able to slow them down, but will put your heads in danger. If you get a chance, go for the throat, but be aware. Boars are heavy, and have tusks. Getting trampled or gouged will be your own fault and you will be lucky if Lavender can heal you. Make your own plan in your pair if you must. Let's go,". YAY! At last, Dusty was going to either be able to prove his worth, or completely destroy his chance of proving much of anything besides being able to talk ears off. Following the scent of 'boar', the lean male made sure to calm the firecracker like nerves in his body to minimize the sound coming from the steps he was taking. He had been paired with Wingnut, so, talking wasn't a good idea unless he wanted a rock lodged in his throat. However, his hunting partner did end up asking him a question, so, in a way, she was inviting him to talk! "Well," He began uncertainly, "I apologize if I am disappointing you in anyway, but, I don't actually know what a boar is. I have never seen one before. Back from where I used to live, boar was extremely rare and I had never managed to analyze one. Do they have antlers on their head like a deer or elk? How big are they?-" He then stopped himself, realizing he was beginning to ramble. "I'm sorry, as far as a plan goes, I don't have much of anything to add to what you had said. Avoid the legs or you could get hit, avoid the head, or you could get bit, rammed, or gored. As far as deer go, you want to either try an ambush on a single deer, or pick out the weakest link in a herd. Aim for the flank and try to bring it down so that the lead hunter could deliver the finishing blow. Do you think we could connect the strategy of deer hunting into boar hunting? Or, do they behave on an entirely different scale?" The tan male didn't want to come off as a newbie who had never hunted anything before, but he was telling the truth, never before has he seen a boar and had no idea how to approach one. "Regardless Wingnut, I will do whatever I can to help you in this hunt! I may not be very strong, but I can accelerate to top speed quicker than most. I can be of help in agility and endurance, just tell me how to use it!"
Tagged: @wingnut, @chipara, @twizzle
OC: SO READY FOR THIS HUNT!!! 
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 1:27:23 GMT -8
Her oddly bright amber gaze drove into the sandy male. "Well, I apologize if I am disappointing you in anyway, but, I don't actually know what a boar is. I have never seen one before. Back from where I used to live, boar was extremely rare and I had never managed to analyze one. Do they have antlers on their head like a deer or elk? How big are they?-" he rambled. This hunt just got much harder. Wingnut hadn't seen many boars in her life, but with her analytical mind, she had learned most of what she would need to. "I'm sorry, as far as a plan goes, I don't have much of anything to add to what you had said. Avoid the legs or you could get hit, avoid the head, or you could get bit, rammed, or gored. As far as deer go, you want to either try an ambush on a single deer, or pick out the weakest link in a herd. Aim for the flank and try to bring it down so that the lead hunter could deliver the finishing blow. Do you think we could connect the strategy of deer hunting into boar hunting? Or, do they behave on an entirely different scale? Regardless, Wingnut, I will do whatever I can to help you in this hunt! I may not be very strong, but I can accelerate to top speed quicker than most. I can be of help in agility and endurance, just tell me how to use it!" Dusty executed his most prominent talent. Running his mouth. With a slow blink, Wingnut mulled over the bombardment of words that had just assaulted her ears. First issue, he had no clue what a boar was. Second issue, he didn't actually formulate a plan. He simply parroted back what she had instructed previously. Yet another instruction unfollowed. Lastly, he wasn't a muscular wolf. In the four wolves of the hunting party, she would assume that her brother was the strongest. The order then went herself, Chipara, then Dusty. That was one of the reasons she had paired the hunting party the way she did. Two relatively strong wolves with two faster wolves. Usually, Wingnut had a firm grip over the emotionless mask that covered her face, but this male was slowly making her fumble. She couldn't help but release a huff from her jowls. She wasn't fond of pups. Dusty was akin to an over-sized pup. The amount of parenting that Wingnut was going to have to endure would be harder than hunting the boar. "A boar is nothing like a deer. Deer are light on their feet, boars are heavyweights. The largest ones can weigh almost twice as much as you or I. They do not have antlers, but tusks; long teeth that protrude from their mouths. Avoiding these are vital to a successful hunt. As we are hunting a pair of boars, and Twizzle and Chipara are covering one of them, there will be no room for singling out the weakest one. We will end up with whichever is closest to our position. When boars are attacked, they have a immensely different habit to deer. Deer will flee. Boars will take defensive measures with their tusks and weight. They can also not be taken down with the traditional methods of deer hunting. Their necks are much thicker, so the spinal chord can not be severed through the neck, and the artery to target is harder to reach. Even so, we should target that area.
It is the most viable option, and safest with the plan I am about to unfold," Wingnut monologued. Her bored tone hung in the air for a few seconds, allowing Dusty to get a taste of his own medicine. Endless talking. Only hers wasn't animated in the slightest; it was dull and information rich. Nothing like the airy babble Dusty spewed. "We shall approach the boars while concealed. Them seeing us will ruin the element of surprise and will likely spark an attack. While the other pair deals with their boar, you will initially antagonize it before sprinting away, keeping the boar following you. Lead it away from the den site. An angry boar around Joy and Mint will undoubtedly result in a casualty, possibly a fatality. As you antagonize the boar, I will move away, towards the back of the boar. As you run, I will follow and nip at the heels of the boar in order to unbalance it. I will then leap onto the back of the boar. This will likely distract it and slow it down further. I will attack the neck after I am well balanced on the boar. If it is safe to do so, you should attack the other side of the boar's neck. Once the artery has been successfully severed, we will remove ourselves and try to lead the dying boar towards the den site. Hauling the corpse of a potentially two hundred pound animal the least distance will be most effective. This will be a very risky hunt, so any distractions, hesitations, or accidents will have disastrous consequences. Speak any suggestions or questions now. We must begin sooner rather than later," her speech ended again. Her tongue felt almost numb. She didn't know how Dusty managed to keep up an almost constant flow of words coming out of his mouth. Wingnut caught Rowan's gaze out of the corner of her eye. She respected the male the most out of the group, and with such a risky plan in place, she wanted to make sure that Rowan approved. She didn't want to disturb her cramping tongue more, so she locked her gaze with his single eye, and cocked her head to the side once. It was a childish gesture, but one that conveyed the appropriate message. It was that of a question. A 'what do you think?' Even if he refused to accept the title, she viewed him as her Alpha, and an Alpha deserved to have an opinion in the hunt he instructed to take place. @dusty @twizzle @chipara Alpha Rowan @therestoftherambunctiousrogues OOC: ALL THE DIALOGUE!!!! I got it confirmed by Vi, this hunt will be a success! |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2017 11:49:44 GMT -8
To Seraphina's delight even though the water was murky and warm it still cleansed her fur well enough letting her dark raccoon like mask appear more and her cream and white fur show more and appear more like their true shades instead of being the same shade as the reddish brown clay surrounding her. Her honey colored eyes looking over at the dark brute who seemed to be ..irritated ? Maybe say something ? " So what brings YOU here ?" she asks. She trots out of the water , murky brown water dripping off of her creamish white fur, pausing she shakes her body sending water droplets flying in every direction and partially freeing her coat from it as well. She looked at him trying to show that she was somewhat listening and then trotted back to her shady spot. As she was awaiting for his response she began licking the small scratch that the thorn had left. then she settled down leaning her body against the dried trunk of the tree curling her tail over her hind legs, settling her head on her paws as she looked at the brute waiting for a response. She flicked her ears as a group of gnats flew over her head, pesky little things .
She shook her head and decided she would just leave this wolf didn't seem interested in talking to her, she sighed and trotted off, unsure of where she was going but just that she should go before she decided to stick around simply for entertainment, and that she needed to get out of this treacherous terrain.
OOC: sorry I know this is a short response
Mentioned: @rim
Addressed: @rim
*EXIT TO MUDDY PINES*
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 17:09:12 GMT -8
Kaname
Kaname felt his opponent strengthen under the influence of his words, but it was of no worry. He continued with the relentless lashing of tooth and claw, only pausing the snapping of his jaws to allow crimson blood to seep slowly from pristine canines, slowly lowering to his opponent’s profile. It was almost mesmerizing, the slow - but vibrant - seeping of blood, heavily contrasting by the now muddied ivory coat of the Beta. It sunk all around them, it almost was startling - this much blood loss could result in death, right? No, no, no. It was merely the mixture of the mud that drenched Kaname’s handsome pelt, and his own personal storm of red.
Kaname tensed as Zero’s filthy yellow fangs hooked around his fore leg, immediately yanking the limb upwards with a loud snarl - but not before his gravity was flipped. Airborne for a few fleeting seconds, the mocha brute inhaled harshly just before impact, softening the unavoidable thump against his entire body, forcing the air to plummet from his lungs. Stunned by the sudden weight over his slightly smaller form, paws weakly brushed against darkly stained fur as black vision slowly faded, eventually growing in intensity. Battering harshly at Zero’s underbelly, what started as pathetic scrapes soon evolved into sizable marks, the oh-so satisfying thick ooze seeping from the openings in the skin. Of course, he was in no way cannibalistic. The slick wolf had no intention, or desire to taste the flesh and blood of his own specie. He could be malicious, sure. But cannibalism? Some limits were necessary.
Struggling to break free of his larger opponent’s grasp, natural instincts kicked in; sending his body into a series of jerks to spare himself an untimely death. Thrashing and struggling for his freedom, the unfamiliar sense of panic settled into his heart, clumping in his throat. Swallowing in attempt to stifle the odd sensation, an unstable inhale was the only mark of his fear, his expression still settled on pure hatred. As tooth settled around his windpipe, the brute became eerily still, watching Zero with narrowed eyes. The haze, it was fading. That falter; he would live. He was weak, soft! His lifelong opponent had succumb to living the ‘normal’ life. Spending the day with the pups and mate, chatting with friends. Disgusting, revolting, insulting, infuriating! This coward, he… he was purely, simply, and overall disappointing.
As soon as his rival’s - rather, ex-rival’s - grip loosened, Kaname pushed hind legs against the monster of a wolf, propelling him forwards, and far enough away to scramble to a standing position. This was boring, mundane, insulting… disappointing. He wanted to fight, die or kill. Alas, he would. Stepping forwards with malicious intent, a muddied flag raised straight up, oaken optics narrowing as saliva dripped from bloodstained lips. "I'm not going to kill you, Kaname. I don't want to be what I was - to who you still are," He blinked, what herbs was this asshole on? "You're not worth the cost of what I have now-” Belting laughter shook his body, chest heaving as he interrupted Zero’s monologue. Weaving closer to the alabaster villain, until he was centimeters away, a dark muzzle raised to red ears, a soft whisper melting from between crimson-stained lips.
“You’ll never be done with me…” Chuckling softly, the male shook his head like a father to a disobedient son. “Don’t you realise, kid? Your world… revolves around me.” Cocking his head, he smiled genuinely, almost sweetly. “Got that?” The gentle purr gave no implication of his next move. Taking a hefty step towards Zero, a lengthy limb hooked between his rival’s, thus allowing his lean body to slam more staggeringly into the male. With his already weakened body, it was no surprise when he crumpled pathetically, into a heap of bloodstained fur.
It was time for some fun, some revenge. He wasn’t going to kill him, no, no. Zero would have to live with the constant reminder that Kaname was out there, plotting his next arrival. Maybe he should pay the Beta a visit in a couple months? Try to join that pretty little pack of his. Surely he could get in, if wee Ze did, then it was a guaranteed for Kaname. But, he would not dare stay for long. The soft life was nothing, simply an escape from one’s true potentials. Power, glory, fear.
Grasping one of Zero’s forelegs, Kaname balanced easily with one paw on the ground, the other firmly stamped on Zero’s scraped chest. Then, the pulling began. The self-involved colossal asshat twisted the leg caught firmly within his canines, pushing against the snow kissed brute, and pulling his limb until he heard the pop. That key pop, it was faint, yes, but it let him know one key thing: that was out of socket. Using the paw that was previously placed atop his enemy’s chest, he shoved the now injured limb away, jerking it harshly to the left as he dipped down to grasp Zero’s muzzle, firmly securing his paws on either side of the wolf’s head.
Bringing his head up, Kaname strained himself with the fight against gravity, before dead weighting, sending Zero’s head smashing to the ground beneath him. He wasn’t nearly big enough to manually smash it repeatedly, so he settled for the odd compromise. But still, it would prove to be sufficient enough. But, playing with his little toy was growing boring much too fast. Physical abuse was not the only way to torture this… this pest. He wanted to cripple him mentally. So that the Beta could barely utter a single word. He sought to destroy him, and any will to live he may still bare in that hollow heart of his.
Shrugging him to the side, Kaname rolled into a standing position, shaking out his fur. Now, he seeked a river; to wash himself of the blood and debris that collected on his once flawless pelt. Of course, he was not unharmed. But, he was practically spotless in comparison to the heap of regret mere feet from himself. Not bother to cast the Beta another glance, the lanky devil padded away, only sending a few more words to the bloodied loser.
“See you soon, Zero~”
@zero Word Count: 1060
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 21:27:01 GMT -8
Oddly bright amber eyes flicked between the two males before her. She expected an answer out of one of them. The chocolate she-wolf wanted an answer from Rowan on whether or not he endorsed the hunt, and the risky technique she proposed. She was also almost sure that Dusty would have something to say; the sandy male could hardly ever refrain from flapping his tongue to others. Her bored expression mostly glared into Dusty. She was simply waiting for him to explode, to get out all the idiotic questions he may have so that they could begin their hunt. It was almost inevitable. Her stern gaze only brushed over Rowan once and a while. She still wanted a response from the oaken male, but she wasn't going to blatantly stare at him to get one. Besides, if he was fine with the hunt and had no other information to input, it would make sense for him to stay silent. After both male's either responded, or didn't, she didn't quite care, Wingnut dipped her head sharply. The temporary Hunting Superior locked her eyes with Dusty's and gave a sharp flick of her head. From now on, they would move in silence. Wingnut had no doubt that she had made her point very clear. Boars were extremely dangerous creatures, and any nonsensical movements and sounds would be disastrous. Knowing that the wolf she had paired herself with commonly displayed both of these qualities made the hunt even harder. At least her brother had moved away, more towards the boars, as soon as she had assigned him with Chipara. It would have been much more logical for herself and Chipara to have been paired together, but that would only work if they were only two wolves hunting. Her brother still possessed some emotion and feeling, and pairing that unstable mind with Dusty would have resulted in a lower probability of success. The lithe huntress lowered her posture. From beneath her pelt, her shoulders prominently stuck out of her back as she prowled towards the pair of boars. As she moved, the calculative she-wolf made sure to keep her mental checklist full. Wind direction: the autumn breeze was buffeting her ochre chest. That signaled that they were downwind, which was exactly where Wingnut wanted to be. As the pungent odor of boar hit her nostrils, the unmistakable scent of wolf would be kept from the boars' noses. The items underneath their paws: they slunk over mostly flattened grass and small stones. For Wingnut, it was vital that neither of them step on a stick or some other form of noise making vegetation, as that would alert the boars to their presence. Visuals: the hairy pigs were only a short distance ahead. Staying behind the tall, dying grasses, Wingnut watched as they shoved their oddly shaped snouts into the ground, almost as if they were eating the dirt. Their stocky frames were large, but not unmanageable if they could not kill the beast close to the den site. Boars were such extraordinarily odd creatures. The rest of the hunting party: the scent of both Twizzle and Chipara was strong in the area, so she presumed that they were near. At last, the hunt could begin. She couldn't simply begin without making sure that Dusty knew what he was doing. His brain seemed to flick from one topic to the other so quickly that Wingnut doubted that much of what she had instructed him to do had stayed in the front of his mind. "Distract, lead away, and if safe, attack," the superior she-wolf whispered in her characteristic monotonous voice to Dusty. She locked her gaze with Dusty's again and practically threw it at the boars. He needed to go, and now. Once the sandy male was moving, Wingnut released a harsh bark from her maw, loud enough to both startle the boars and notify her brother and his like-minded counterpart that the hunt had begun. The boars monstrous heads raised in alarm, and they began to move restlessly on their sharp hooves. With an ornamental growl, Wingnut shot herself out of the brush towards the opposite side of the boar that Dusty was on. She wasn't angry, not in the slightest, but she knew that these boars had learned that the deep rumble of a wolf's growl meant danger. These stubborn beasts weren't going to simply chase after the sandy male without some sort of action being taken. While Dusty did whatever he could to spark the boar's rage, Wingnut crawled around to behind the monstrosity of a mammal. She was ever conscious of the fact that the second boar could attack her, as well as the boar that they were attacking. With her sharp mind taking into account the many variables of danger that she was faced with, Wingnut took action. With a short range leap, the tawny she-wolf raked her claws across the flank of their boar. It wasn't enough of an attack to really injure the beast, simply a warning that if it didn't get its haunches moving, she was going to do it again. As the large ungulate began to move, Wingnut continued to released a series of barks from behind the beast to keep it following Dusty. Hopefully the sandy male would be able to keep the boar's attention on him. That was vital to the whole operation. The she-wolf wasn't going to begin her attack until she was sure that Dusty could manage leading a boar that weighed likely over 100 pounds around . A premature attack would, once again, deviate greatly from her plan and throw off everything. @dusty Alpha Rowan @twizzle @chipara Words: 939 OOC: @dusty , I'm splitting the hunt into two posts so that I don't accidentally ghost your character to much  Also, to reiterate, both W&D and T&C's hunts will be successful |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
| “You’ll never be done with me…” The cocky male chuckled. “Don’t you realise, kid? Your world… revolves around me. Got that?”
Zero grinned. Of course Kaname would think like that. He was always one for center of attention but now Zero wouldn't give him the satisfaction of fighting back. He'd accept whatever the bitch of a male would throw at him. And sure enough he did. Kaname all but slammed into Zero's frame, and Zero let himself buckle under the bloody brown mass. He laughed. And he kept laughing.
Even as the shit-stain locked his jaw around a bloody limb and pulled, even after the pop of his limb coming out of its sockets. He laughed, although the pain clear as daylight under-laying his tones, he grinned like a madman all the way through. Adrenaline making him all too far gone. He had won, even at the cost of his pride of not killing Kaname, he'd let the elder have his tantrum with his body. Because even after all this, Zero would come home to his mate, his best friend, his title and his life. Kaname had none of that.
It hurt, black now edging its way into his vision, clear blood loss. But he would make it home, he had to. He wouldn't let Yoki nor Luke down. And for all hells sake he had to be a god-father damn it! He was obligated to go home. He promised he would return. Even if it means curling up dead on pack grounds so be it, at least then he'd be home and the few who cared about him would never be left wondering.
Zero let out a grunt as his head was slammed to the ground once, the grin twitching with pain as he let Kaname do what he must, but it seemed the son of a bitch was done as he slowly got off of his bloody work and strutted away, “See you soon, Zero~” leaving his lips.
Zero, chest rising and falling violently to keep himself alive, hacked up blood before weakly turning to his side. Shaky bloodied limbs forcing mass to get up only to slip due to the blood, mud and broken limb. Again he tried, he wouldn't die here. A strangled sound from his throat had him use the last of his adrenaline to push his weight, which only felt 1000 times heavier, onto three working paws. A weak grin shakily plastered itself onto his face.
"Until we meet again, Kaname." he rasped out. Breathing becoming labored yet he couldn't pass out here. Here it was not safe and here he would die. Noctis' eastern boarder wasn't far from here, he could make it. Limping, blood seeping from what seemed like everywhere, skin torn and body solely working with just the thought of a small oaken kid, he slowly made his was back from which he came. Home.
.: Exit to Noctis Boarders :. | OOC: TO NOCTISSSS
Tagged: @kaname
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 9:00:28 GMT -8
Haunting white eyes took a glimpse of the territory around him. He could scent the many wolves that were about, and he knew that there were larger groups that would definitely try and welcome him into their ranks, willing or unwilling he didn't know. Seymour's mind was racing with the idea of how many wolves could be here, but he knew that he had to just think calmly, and if he happened upon a large group of wolves, move on without giving a glance towards them. His nature wasn't that he didn't like others, it was that he didn't fully welcome himself to others as most would. Wolves often looked for companionship, but there was something about Seymour that made him only want to become friend with a wolf that was alone, and not involved with so many others. Social situations really weren't something he was very good at, and even if he was talking to one wolf, he grew nervous at the fact of confronting them, and talking with them in the first place. He loved talking to others, but he felt like his words were a burden to them, and would only bore and cause others to push him away. Shaking his head slightly at his silly thoughts, he looked forward as he made his descent down into the land, knowing that he was going to find something to do.
He hadn't eaten in a couple days, so he was starting to grow hungry, but he couldn't really catch the scent of anything around. There would definitely be hares hiding away underneath the ground. All huddled in their burrows waiting for the large carnivores to travel away from their grazing lands. But that was something Seymour didn't wish to do. He needed food, and maybe if he ran into a wolf, he could possibly help them. But, he didn't think it would be wise to just offer a stranger food unless they appeared friendly to him. You think too much, his thoughts echoed in his brain that was buzzing alive with worries and conflicts that were just imaginary. Maybe he was thinking too much. Overthinking was Seymour's biggest downfall, but he knew that he could accomplish anything, so long as he didn't listen to the doubtful voices in his head.
His nose twitched as he caught scent of a rabbit, one that was very, very recent. Looking around, he caught sight of the brown creature almost immediately. It seemed jumpy, as if it had been running from another wolf, or maybe it was simply on guard and could sense Seymour's lurking gaze. Either way, he pulled his body closer to the ground, legs bent and moving forward slowly as he waited patiently for the right position to strike. Hunting was all about timing, and if he didn't have perfect timing, then he wouldn't be able to catch the rather quick creature in front of him. When he was only a couple feet away, he steadied himself, letting out a long breath and focusing ghostly white eyes on the brown creature that was hopping about. Getting ready, Seymour's decision making process quickened and caused his muscles to react. Jumping and landing on top of the creature, it let out a loud squeak-like noise, letting other creatures in the area know it was caught.
Pinning it to the ground and snapping its neck before it could alert and scare off other rabbits, he watched as the life slowly drained from the rabbits' eyes. Its legs still twitched as the muscles spasms ran throughout the body, the brains last signal before shutting down completely due to the lack of blood and oxygen to the rabbits cranium. Looking around, he scanned for anyone that was near. He definitely hadn't even thought about if he was taking someone else's kill, but it didn't seem like there were many wolves around this part of the territory. Looking forward, he decided that he would go and find a good place where he could eat his kill, and then get some rest. He had been traveling for a little while, and it was getting tiresome just walking for miles on end without getting sleep. Trotting away from the area he had been hunting in, he looked around, noticing that there was a rather strong scent in the territory. He knew it was another wolf, and he was slightly concerned about the fact that he might be invading their section of the land. It was free to roam sure, but it wasn't necessarily something that was encouraged when it came to territorial wolves. If one marked an area as theirs, it was theirs. No one should be treading on what they had claimed. It was the source of conflict for many, and it would definitely always be a conflict for many years to come, if not for the rest of time itself.
Not paying too much attention to what was around him, Seymour didn't see the white wolf that was clearly there, and ending up running into her. Being taken aback, he looked towards the white wolf, and automatically knew that he might have pissed her off. Putting his kill down, although placing it behind his front paws, he gave her an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you!" His demeanor changed drastically. Seymour didn't want to start a fight with the female. That was the last thing that he was thinking of doing, but he knew that if his apology wasn't enough, he'd have to grab his kill and run. But maybe with the enticement of the food that was currently being protected, he could win her favor in not trying to kill him.
Addressed and Ran Into: @cersiren
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 20:37:15 GMT -8
The rabbit had ran away, and it seemed that Cersiren's clumsiness (hunting was the only thing she was clumsy at) had made too much noise in the dry, crackly brush and scared away all nearby others, as well. With some lost enthusiasm, she lay on the ground, waiting for a bit of motivation to spark her energy and drive her to stand and try again. After a couple of minutes, she had some motivation: the rumbling of her stomach. With a slightly discouraged sigh, she gracefully rose from the ground, and forced some enthusiasm back into her head. Calmly, she looked around, and decided she would follow the rabbits that had run off, and try her luck again. However, as she had been about to walk, a lanky orange male quite literally ran into her.
His orange pelt collided with her creamy one, and she stumbled back a couple of steps. A little shocked, she stood back up straight with her former poise and looked at this male, her warm red-brown eyes slightly clouded with confusion. He put down a rabbit behind his front paws, and with a quick sniff and a quick glance, she realized it was the rabbit she had tried to catch earlier, and failed. Well, at least someone else was getting a good meal out of that rabbit.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you!" the male said. His apology did seem genuine, and Cersiren believed to have detected some nervousness in his tone. Calmly, she looked into his oddly haunting, white eyes, and lifted her muzzle, putting on an easy expression so as to let him know he was in no trouble, like she had used to do with the pups and new wolves in her former pack.
"It's quite alright," she says with a small smile. "What has you in a hurry?" she asks him, the breeze that blew her fur gently carried no imminent warning signs that she could tell.
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OOC: Sorry it's not my best, I have schoolwork to finish but yayyy Cersiren is involved!) |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2017 19:57:51 GMT -8
Ears were highly set on a sandy head as Dusty absorbed all of the important information that Wingnut was dealing. His brain worked hard to piece together a terrifying beast with beady red eyes and tusks a few yards long. The monster had sharp teeth and muscles with enough power to topple the tallest and thickest of trees. Its hooves were sharp enough to cut through rock as if it were powdery snow. Its tusks could dig up ravines to create new bodies of water. Its stench was great enough to make flowers and saplings wilt whenever its scent wafted through an area. And fur was resilient enough to brave every kind of storm....And it was at that moment that he realized his imagination was getting obviously carried away. He shook his head to rid himself of the horrible distractions that were beginning to plague his peace of mind. Dusty also noted that this was the most that he had ever heard Wingnut speak since he had been traveling with the rogue group. So he could eventually get her to talk, if persistent enough without getting his tail severed with her sharp glare.
Dusty made absolutely sure to note the rest of her speech. To remain hidden until the ambush was obvious to himself, in previous hunts. Either by himself or with another, the hunt always began with creeping as close as possible and then a swift ambush to either execute a kill, or begin a chase. The next step, Dusty recorded, was to be a distraction. This came easy for the energetic male, he was always filled to the brim with endless amounts of energy. Stamina and speed was by far his strongest attribute, antagonizing the prey with swift nips, snarls and zigzagged movements could be easily done with enough energy to still continue prattling on afterwards. He sponged up the remaining orders of leading the target away from the den site and keeping just out of reach of the sharp tusks while his partner did her best to achieve her kill. In Dusty's head, this would be far simpler than any seasoned boar hunter would expect. Dusty nodded his head. He understood exactly what was expected of him and was confident in himself to come out of this hunt with a carcass large enough to feed the entire pack.
Sunny yellow eyes met mellow amber as the two hunting partners locked eyes. Dusty apprehended what Wingnut was motioning with the movement of her head and began to follow the muddy colored female towards their quarry. His paws tread with the softest of tones, aware that if he snapped a twig, or shifted a pebble, the hunt would end before it even began. His breathing was soft and controlled, only inhaling and exhaling through his nostrils. His eyes and ears were peeled for any sort of movement, either created by their targets, or their second party of hunters. He copied Wingnut when she began to lower herself to further avoid detection. Dusty was positive that Wingnut was already fully aware that the two of them were downwind of the herbivorous creatures called boars. He had to admit, they were nothing similar to what he had imagined in his whimsical head. However, they were still very intimidating. The female beside the three year old male reminded him of his tasks. Distract, he already had that task planned out with the loudest of barks he could muster and swift in and out movements to either land nips at the pigs, or antagonize them enough to give chase. Lead away was the second task, which would also be fairly effortless for the long-winded canine. Attack if safe, Dusty wasn't sure what safe meant when it came to boars. So, he decided to leave most of the attacking to his partner, unless apparent that help was mandatory.
With a sharp look of Wingnut's eyes, Dusty leapt from his hiding spot with a series of piercing barks and snarls. His hackles had extended while his tail waved in no apparent pattern. His legs stiffened and he planted his paws to the ground repeatedly as he approached the hogs to create even more noise and annoyance. He could also hear Wingnut's own deep bark to alert the other hunting party. He did not however, look around to see if the others had heard, nor as to where his own partner was currently. His focus and attention was glued to the hairy beasts before him. He ran towards them, snapping his jaws with malice and intention. He hopped respectively backwards and to either side to be the center of attention and also to avoid the periodic thrashing of tusks. In his peripheral vision, he was aware of the dark colored female coming to his aid. As Wingnut carried out her hunting acts, Dusty did his own. In an effort to get the ornery beast to move, he jumped toward the animal with his right side facing towards it and chomped down on the boar's sensitive snout for a split second. He used his angle that he approached in to also make a swift getaway, for he knew that this would piss it off. He kicked earth beneath him as he pushed away with all of his effort to get away from the life threatening weapons of his quarry. Luckily for the unseasoned boar hunter, his rate of acceleration exceeded that of the hunted animal; he didn't however, come out unscathed. The boar had nicked his right hind leg The attack from the boar made him wince, but he didn't turn around and focused on his increasing strides as the enraged monster pounded after him. Now, in the heat of the moment, Dusty realized that the hunter had become the hunted. The hard part was finished, the boar had locked on to his antagonizing target. Dusty made sure his strides didn't out pace the pursuer, but kept him close enough to encourage the chase. The strain on his muscles from the initial rough takeoff had dropped and his lungs were now cycling oxygen much more efficiently when he reached his runner's high. This was now the easy part. He just hoped that Wingnut could do the same and also dispatch the swine.
Tagged: @wingnut
OOC: SWEET!!! Lets take this thang down!!!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2017 20:12:26 GMT -8
The tawny-ish she-wolf was content with Dusty's ability to distract the boar, as when she had run out initially, the sandy male had already begun attacking. As the boar slashed and flicked it's cube of a head around in an attempt to gouge Dusty, he managed to stay out of the way. In all honesty, it was more than she had expected from the juvenile male. He seemed to have a much more serious side to his personality when he was engaged in a hunt, which was imperative for a success. A distraction to the boar could not be unfocused, or else he would become a trampled mes of skin and bones due to the boar's attacks. Just after her claws dug through the coarse hairs that coated the hog, Dusty made a move that Wingnut unnaturally winced at. Leaping directly into the face of a boar wasn't a smart idea, especially after it was already aggravated by the two wolves' pestering and attacks. The self appointed Hunting Superior was almost surprised to see that Dusty had managed to come out of his show boat move with only a small scrape of his leg. It shouldn't hinder him too much, and it was small enough that it could heal naturally without the needed assistance of a Salutary that the group didn't have at the moment. The block of fat and muscle started it's movements slowly. Being as heavy set as it was, it was clear that the hog was in no way a sprinter, and therefore couldn't accelerate at the rate of wolves, or most anything else. However, it also meant that once it got up to speed, it had much more momentum on its side. If it crashed into Dusty, it would no doubt trample him, and likely kill him. If not, the wounds he would endure would end up killing him within the next few days. However, if ti ran into a tree, the speeding pig could easily kill itself. They were in the Brush Lands, which from Wingnut's experience was mostly grass, so the probability of their prey barreling into a tree were near zero. With the beast up and moving, Wingnut began her series of attacks. With a swift dart inwards, Wingnut's canines nipped at the thick tendon in the boar's left hind leg. That vital aspect of movement was only hidden by a thin layer of skin, so attack in while the boar ran was one of the best ways to slow it down and make it easier to kill. Her long legs pumped in a calm gallop next to her prey, keeping her close by but not in kicking range. With so much weight to move forwards, she doubted that the boar could or would kick out with it's hind legs, but it was never smart to simply assume. If the boar could kick, she didn't want to be in range of the attack. That would just be idiotic, which was a quality that Wingnut did not possess. With a stronger bite, the black socked female tore the tendon of the hog more. It's sprint was reduced to a choppy movement at feeling began to leave it's hind hoof, and mobility was restricted. The boar grunted and roared, shoved on by the pain to attack, but towards the wrong target. The hog continued to chase Dusty, rather than turn to attack the wolf that was actually causing it pain. Wingnut determined that these animals were more brawn than brain, most definitely. With a final nip, she felt the elastic tendon break fully between her teeth, rendering the left hind leg of the boar useless at it continued to try to run. With the animal wounded sufficiently, Wingnut put the second phase of the plan she had created for herself into action. The slightly more experienced she-wolf extended her stride slightly, allowing more ground to fly beneath her paws. She approached the boar's thick shoulder. It would be foolish to try to leap onto the beast's back from behind it. Speed would be lost in the air as she couldn't propel herself forwards with no ground beneath her paws, so it was much more likely to simply land behind the boar. That would defy her plan, and she wasn't about to break apart one of her own plans. His her bodice at the hog's shoulder, Wingnut turned in sharply and leaped. Her fore paws landed firmly on the boar's shoulders while her hind paws took a moment to find a hold on the pig's hips. With the added 95 pounds of weight, the boar stumbled. Its lame hind leg did nothing to help it regain it's balance, and the large beast almost drew to a halt. It tossed it's blocky head upwards, trying to shake the she-wolf off of it, but her claws dug into the thick hide of the boar, giving her a firm hold on the thrashing beast. Now all there was left to do was to bring it down. With her claws deep in the boar keeping her balanced, Wingnut felt confident in beginning her assault on the beast's thick neck. She lunged her head forwards, locking her jaws around the side of the beast's neck. The first bite she got was all fat and hair, but it was progress. If she had attacked the top of the boar's neck she would have had to dig through an extremely thick layer of fat to get anywhere in respect to killing the hog she rode. Clamping her teeth into an iron grip, Wingnut tugged backwards, ripping the chuck of flesh away from the boar's monstrous neck. Blood spurted slightly, staining her muzzle she she dug her fangs back into the same place. Two more times, the huntress tore away bloodied clumps of meat from the boar, trying to preserve as much meat on the animal as possible. At last, the throbbing artery she had been digging for showed itself. The boar's thrashing and spinning made it increasingly difficult to get a precise bite to the life giving pipe. Wingnut settled for taking a larger bite than she initially wanted to as to preserve the success of the kill. With a final nip, Wingnut removed her claws from the hog's back and landed on the ground firmly. Blood spurted from the gaping wound in their prey's neck. She trotted around the front of the massive beast and flicked her tail behind her, giving the dying animal movement to lock it's eyes onto. With a final shove, the boar tried to charge again. Wingnut directed this feeble attempt at an attack towards the den site, allowing the soon to be dead boar to do some of the work for them. It was a large kill, and would require a monstrous effort from both Wingnut and Dusty to get it back to Rowan and the rest of the rogue pack, so getting it closer while it still supported its own weight was beneficial. With a groan, the boar's front legs collapsed beneath it, forcing the majestic beast to kneel. It huffed and puffed, it's breath becoming harder and harder to catch as crimson life gushed from it's neck. It's fiery eyes caught Wingnut's expectant gaze. She blinked back and gave the dying beast a minuscule nod. Unless Dusty was staring at her head, he wouldn't have caught it. With a last grunt, the boar fell onto it's side as it's chest stopped rising and falling. At last, it lay dead in the grasses. Padding over to the warm corpse, Wingnut tossed her head towards Dusty. The male had performed well in the hunt, and though he was injured, he performed his task well. She could commend him for exceeding her expectation. Her amber glare moved to his leg, taking in the extent of his injury. Indeed, the boar's tusk had pierced his leg, but not fully. It was no where near as deep as the buck's antlers had gone into Rain's flank or Rowan's torso. "Well done, Dusty. Grab the base of the tail, I'll grab the nape and we'll drag this kill back to the dens. Once we're there, keep your injury off the dirt. Getting it infected will be detrimental to all of us," odd words of congratulations followed by instructions left Wingnut's maw in her characteristic tone. Her loose muscles brought her easily over to the crest of fat that the boar adorned on the back of its neck. Once Dusty was in position, Wingnut began to haul the corpse backwards. It weight over twice as much as Wingnut's lean frame, but the combined power of two wolves made the job of dragging the monster back to the hungry mouths of the pack easier. After a few minutes of dragging, Wingnut hauled the neck of the beast into the center of the den site. The trampled grass and strong scent of familiar wolves was what alerted the she-wolf to the presence of the dent site, after all, she was moving backwards and couldn't see where she was going all that effectively. Dragging the corpse of the boar tired the sprint built she-wolf out more than the actually hunt had. Her tongue hung out of her mouth lazily as she panted, her chest sucking in ans expelling air much faster than she usually would. She needed to report to Rowan on how the hunt went, but trying to talk while out of breath wasn't intelligent in the slightest. Her muscles would be sore if she didn't stretch them and let them relax for a while, so talking to her Alpha was put on hold for a few minutes at least. Giving each of her legs a stretch, the chocolate she-wolf got an idea of how to utilize the time she would spend cooling down her muscles. Giving her tail a quick flick, Wingnut scanned the ground. When she had been injured, even if only slightly, Snow Rose had given her some sort of pod that was full of seeds. A 'poppy pod' she had called it. Calculative eyes scanned the browning plant tops for a similarly shaped pod. When her gaze spotted the same withered sachet of seeds, she walked over and delicately nipped the pod off by the stem. She didn't want to break it open and spill the seeds everywhere; they were the whole purpose of this slight straying from the semi-permanent common grounds. With the pod hanging by a short length of stem from her jaws, Wingnut padded back over to her sandy hunting partner. Her lead lowered slowly, stretching her neck out while also placing the delicate pod in front of the male. "Break it open and eat the seeds if your pain exceeded your limit," Wingnut's monotone voice spoke quietly to the male. Giving his a sharp nod of her head, the burnt she-wolf finally placed herself next to her Alpha. "Successful hunt with a minor injury. Nothing that shouldn't heal up on it's own," her bland voice reported to Rowan. There really wasn't any more news than that she could give the scarred male. Her words perfectly adapted the risky hunt into two sentences. Her gaze turned back towards the land around them while her ears stayed towards Rowan. Her brother and Chipara weren't back yet, but that was no concern of Wingnut's. Boar hunting was a precise and often long process, so their absence didn't faze her. For now, she would wait to see if Rowan would take the first bite of pork and to see if she could follow, or for Rain, Raisa, Lavender, and the pups to return as well. @dusty Alpha Rowan @rain @joy @mint @lavender Guardian Raisa @twizzle @chipara Words: 1945 |
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Also, to reiterate, both W&D and T&C's hunts will be successful