Somewhere I Belong - | Hestia Dec 26, 2012 12:28:32 GMT -5
Post by Tonjes on Dec 26, 2012 12:28:32 GMT -5
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Tonjes could not help but wonder at the snow as it fell from high above. Even as she squinted past the trees and falling flakes, she could not see where the cold, white flurries were coming from. It had been falling for days now, collecting on the ground into high piles that were hard to walk through. At first, it was easy but as the days dragged along it became harder and harder still for her to move through the snow.
Thus, the last few days it had been hard for her to find food especially since the prey seemed to float over the top. She was shivering cold, the snow having clung and melted against her fur in the hours she had spent looking for food. Instinct drove her to hunt, something deep within knowing that she had to eat something or else she would freeze to death in this winter wasteland. Many of the animals that she would have hunted were burrowed into their holes, making it harder to find them but not impossible.
Her paws were busy digging away at a burrow hole that she had found with her nose, the warm smell of meat driving her onward as her front paws tore through the frozen earth. A low whine rose up from her throat, her ears high on her head and on the alert as she tried to find the meat before something else found her. The rabbit that she found was fairly young, and not very bright as it had only burrowed deep enough down to be warm, but not safe.
Its tunnels were not even half begun so it was effectively trapped for her so long as she did not give up or was chased away. She paused digging for a moment, her head picking up, her red fur sticking out in the white snow, as she gave a long listen to the world around her. Her nose was cold, but still in working order, and the wind brought nothing new to it as it breezed by. It certainly did not mean that nothing was around, but it gave her the confidence to keep digging. She pushed her muzzle into the hole, now big enough to accommodate her head and deep enough that the terrified rabbit was just out of reach.
Tonjes pulled back, ears flattening against her head as her numb paws set back to digging and then suddenly, the rabbit burst past her, sending her toppling back with a yelp of fright. The white blur zoomed off into the distance, and she was upon it, giving chase even though it seemed hopeless. Her run was sloppy, but soon she found that she was catching up, the snow just thin enough that she did not sink very far at all. That predator instinct kept her keen, and the prey gave a slight topple in its turn giving her just enough of a break that her paw was able to send it tumbling on its back.
She was on it then, her teeth clamping down to the back of its shoulders as it tried to right itself to run. It wriggled and kicked, yet her teeth were unrelenting as she held onto it tight enough that it could not free itself but gentle enough that her teeth were but barely in its flesh. The fur felt disgusting against her tongue, but it was something that she was learning to ignore, to shut off the human pieces of her that still existed. Luckily, the she-wolf was mostly animal thanks to her rearing back in Hungary, but that human side of her was still awake, still in there somewhere.
Her heart racing, the adrenaline still coursing through her, she might have flopped to the snow for a bit of victory rest if it hadn’t been for the fast falling snow. She knew that she needed to get away from the cold, so that she could attempt to eat in peace. She had a difficulty eating raw meat, because while she knew that she could and that she should, it was hard for her to simply accept that it was okay. The rogue moved off, albeit slower, the rabbit still kicking and jerking in her jaws.
She had taken to living in a house again, having found it on one of her hunts just a few days before. It was warmer than the thickets, and plenty of places for her to hide when people did happen to come in. There were also people that she had seen coming in every day, which told her that there were…more permanent residents of the house but it was easy to avoid them, the place being quite large. She crept up to the inn, the rabbit giving little shrieks and she gave it a shake to make it be quiet. It was funny to think that just a few weeks ago, a squeak like that would have made her drop the rabbit in fright, but now she was more attuned to being essentially a wild creature.
Tonjes hesitated at the door, looking around with her prize before slipping inside. Her nails made clicks on the wood floors, her shoulders bunched as she made a quick trot over to the stair closet that she had claimed for herself. It was small, enclosed, and quiet and while she had trouble sleeping in it, it was easy to defend. She curled up in one of the corners, pinning the rabbit to the floor with her paws, her mouth still holding onto it; afraid to let it go. Her dark eyes wandered, listening to the quiet house as the afternoon sky cast a low light through the dirty windows.