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09-27-2012, 05:35 AM
She came back at odd intervals, bearing a rabbit, a rat, and two small birds. After that she seemed done, and for a moment, Mauja just stared at the pile of small dead bodies which he stood guarding. A frosted hoof brushed against the dead rat, the alien warmth of the egg a comfort against his chest. It had been necessary, this taking of life, and who better to execute the chosen than a real predator, a wolf? They were fine hunters, and Mauja's cold-colored eyes slid up her tan form, a small, soft smile gracing his lips. It was not the first time the King had ordered death and seen it carried out, but it was the first time his targets had been something other than horses.
"Thank you, Warden Wolf," the King half-purred, not moving from his protective spot over the dead animals. Instead, he merely extended his neck, cautious but curious, not wholly able to shed the instincts which clamored at him that this was a wolf and he should run. Thankful, he blew hot air towards her muzzle, wondering if she'd know what he meant - he'd never really tried to communicate in the flowing language of bodies with a wolf before. |
