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Seagull
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Gone Fishing Dec 23, 2013 12:11:46 GMT

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Post by Seagull on Dec 23, 2013 12:11:46 GMT

The waters of the river rushed past the woman, partially hidden as she was, nestled in the vegetation. Another wolf, perhaps, would be gazing into the water, looking deep down into it's deep depths. Perhaps, this wolf would be quietly gazing into the river, trying to find the solution to life's many problems, finding peace and serenity within it's never-ending flow. Truth be told, it was very relaxing there, by the water: it was deserted of any other life, bar the fish that one could see, scales glistening in the water, and along with the cool breeze filtering through the region, it was neither too hot, nor too cold. The water was not particularly strong, either: one could, with a bit of skill, get across quite easily. Overall, it was a relaxing place to be: a place that one could lie by the bank and relax, perhaps with an adoring mate or a best friend.

But not Masquerade. She was here on a different mission entirely.

True, if one was looking at her, they would think she was lounging by the water, looking deep into the water's depths as though her life depended on it, so intense was her gaze (but that was nothing new, for she always had a similar facial expression upon her features): one paw was dangled lazily over the water, and the spray decorated her muzzle like dark splashes. But then, if one was watching for a long period of time, there would suddenly be a flurry of activity - one paw would dip into the water, and her jaws would snap at some shiny thing in the water. If she was lucky, one would see her triumphantly holding a wriggling fish between her incisors: with one crack, she would place it down by her paws If she wasn't lucky, one would hear the frustrated growl and the bat at the water. After one of those outcomes, she would, once more, sit down like a statue, still and silent.

And then, once more, the cycle would start again.

It was around the fifth or sixth successful attempt that the female slowed, looking down at her meagre selection of fish, their scales glittering in the sunlight. She made a face. It wasn't the best catch she had had, but it was alright: one of the fish would feed her, and she could give the rest back to Naharis for the others to eat. She glanced back at the river. Would she be able to have time to fish again? She glanced up at the sun, judging the time: the golden orb was already on it's way to the earth once more, and the sky was painted a mixture of yellow, orange and deep red. Soon, it would be nightfall, and she knew that the fish wouldn't be quite as active then. Even if there were fish around, even her, with her wolf's eyesight, wouldn't be able to see the glistening of their scales. And then, if course, she had to be back at the pack den soon. They'd be disappointed if she turned up without enough food to feed them all, though.....

"What a quandary."

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Gone Fishing Dec 23, 2013 23:12:06 GMT

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Post by Silverlight on Dec 23, 2013 23:12:06 GMT

The wind blew gently through the trees and the plant life, carrying the faint scent of another wolf not too far from Masquerade. This wolf was a male, and he was on a mission as well, though perhaps not as an intense one as Masquerade's. This one was quietly walking through the forest, sniffing for small prey since there was not as much larger prey around to be found. This wolf bent his nose a little further down, sniffing, his eyes narrowing. There were small, faint tracks barely visible on the ground in front of him. These led toward the nearby river.

Coron straightened, his hunter's eyes watching the distance.

The wind blew once more and he lifted his muzzle into the air, sniffing for any scents of larger prey. Nothing at all. Just the scents and smells of the surrounding forest and of other small animals that would not even do for a snack. Once more, the wind died down and there was barely a breeze, leaving the Kappa to move on in search of prey suitable for at least a snack if not a small meal. Every so often, a chipmunk or a mouse would scamper across his path, but each one was far to fast and less than a mouthful, not something worth a good chase.

Soon, the river came in view, as did a pile of fish and a hunter from Coron's pack.

Coron paused, watching Masquerade for a moment in silence. He took his time, taking in the fresh scent of the flowing water and the plants that surrounded it. He even caught a few fish himself, batting them out of the water like a cat as they passed. At long last, he sat and turned to look at the female hunter. In a soft low voice, he said, "There is not that much food around here, is there?" He paused before turning his head and looking at the water thoughtfully. "Would you like some assistance carrying back the catch?"

[Sorry for not having as long a post as I'd like to have... I'm doing multiple things at once]

Last Edit: Dec 24, 2013 3:01:08 GMT by Silverlight

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Gone Fishing Dec 24, 2013 21:37:43 GMT

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Post by Seagull on Dec 24, 2013 21:37:43 GMT

For a while, Masquerade stood there, deliberating over her choice to either head back home or to carry on trying her luck. Again, she looked down at her pile. In the fading light, she could, just about, see the glint of their scales and their coal-black eyes. Her most recent catch was still feebly wriggling, in some ill-fated attempt to make it's way back to the water. Seeing this, she turned around and, with no hesitation, killed it with a blow from her paw. Fish were difficult enough to carry in her jaws all at once without having one still alive and twitching, after all: otherwise, she'd be rummaging around in the dark trying to find it, and then she'd be more late than ever.

So distracted was she, she did not realise another was approaching until a voice startled her out of her stupor. At this, she turned around, ears pricked. Although she showed no outward signs of aggression, she was surprised by the approach of the male - Coron, she could now see - and her heart was beating frantically for a moment, until she calmed and saw that it was only a fellow packmate. Her anxiety faded. "Coron," she said, speaking for the first time. "Didn't your mother tell you never to sneak up upon another - one of your own pack?" Despite the words she said, which were harsh, given the circumstances, her tone was of a jesting nature, and there was amusement in her gaze. Perhaps if he looked carefully, however, he would see that she did mean at least one small part of her words: it unsettled her that he might have been watching for longer than just a few moments.

Hearing his question, the female shrugged. "It's to be expected at this time of year," she said, looking down at her small catch. It would feed about five wolves, six if she counted herself among them. It wasn't really satisfactory, but she had done her best. "I wasn't really hoping for a large haul anyway, so....." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders once more. It was a bit embarrassing, her, a hunter after all, not having a large catch, but it would be stupid and ignorant for her to expect to get anything more at this moment in time, in this season. It was to be expected, after all.....but even so, she felt a slight disappointment. If the Daario doesn't like it, though, he'll have to lump it, she thought, because I'm certainly not going down to the river tonight to get more fish. That she was certain about: she certainly wasn't coming back down the river later on in the night to catch more fish: she valued her sleep.

Hearing his other offer, Masquerade shook her head. "I think I'm alright, thanks," she replied, nosing her pack of fish together to make it easier to carry. "What are you doing down here, anyways?" she asked, picking up the fish: her speech was muffled slightly by her burden. "Spot of early evening hunting? Not much to hunt around here, is there?" She raised her eyebrows: it would be unlikely that he would catch anything in the form of larger game now, and any small game wouldn't be enough to fill any stomach. The thought did occur to her that he was looking for company, but she brushed that thought away, instead concentrating on his answer.

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Gone Fishing Jan 5, 2014 21:47:05 GMT

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Post by Silverlight on Jan 5, 2014 21:47:05 GMT

A slight look of amusement passed over the wolf's face as he watched the hunter stand there for a while more, hunting for fish in the lessening light. Wolves' eyesight was not the best for fishing, especially not for fishing in the dark. Did she expect to catch something? Coron tilted his head, continuing to watch carefully and ignoring the quiet chirping sounds of the crickets in the nearby grass. The sun was sinking and time was running out. They would need to head home quite soon.

As Masquerade finally took notice of him, Coron nodded slightly in acknowledgement of her words. Amusement glittered in his eyes and he responded, "Ah, yes. I'd forgotten about that lesson." A smile passed over his face before disappearing the next moment. He stepped forward and studied the small pile of fish she had caught that was lying beside her. It would be barely enough to feed the pack. But he wouldn't say that of course. Coron understood that the Hunter had worked hard.

The Kappa lifted his head and sniffed the air, then sighed slightly as he lowered his nose once more. In response to her question, he replied, "Unfortunately, nothing. A few faint tracks and small prey, but nothing worthwhile catching as it would all be no more than a mere snack. Not worth the effort of chasing. The herds have moved on." There was a pause in his speech, and then he continued. "These are not easy times, but I'm sure we will pull through."

Coron once more examined her pile and then examined the two fish he had laying next to him from catching them here a moment or so ago. After some thought, he dipped his paw in the water a few more times, punching out three more fish. It should do for now. He would have to speak with Daario, see what the alpha wanted or would do. Finally, the male said, "I should probably be heading back. I must speak with Daario about a few matters." He picked up the fish, though added before doing so, "I will see you back at the densite." Then he was gone, along with the small pile of the five fish he had caught himself.

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Gone Fishing Jan 6, 2014 10:43:53 GMT

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Post by Seagull on Jan 6, 2014 10:43:53 GMT

A smile tugged at the corner of Masquerade's mouth as she heard the male's reply. "Good thing I'm not your mother," she replied, with the same playful gaze as before. "You'd get a paw 'round the ear for that sort of thing." She knew it was a cheeky thing to say to the Kappa, but she couldn't help herself, and besides, it was all in jest and she didn't mean a thing of it in reality. She let the smile flicker on her jaws for a moment before it once again vanished as soon as it came.

Hearing the male's words, she nodded, once more serious and contained, noting the change of mood. "We always do," she agreed, trying her best to keep positive - something that was getting harder and harder as the winter continued. "The herds will return. They always do." She cleared her throat, pawing the small amount of fish on the ground, their bodies still moving weakly in the fading light. A wind ruffled her cream fur, and a pink tongue washed the remaining blood off her muzzle before once more disappearing into her black-lined maw.

"I must speak with Daario about a few matters."

Masquerade's ears pricked, and, after a pause, she spoke once more. If one was careful, they would be able to sense an inward battle: however, this was carefully masked by her chocolate-brown eyes. "Alrighty then," she said, watching the male go. She wondered why he had even approached her at all, if he were to go so soon: however, she didn't question it too much, instead just writing it off as him trying to be social. She didn't bother to call after him - instead, she just watched for a moment after his shadow, and then picked up her own fish and began to follow, tail swishing all the while. She wondered, briefly, what Coron would have to say to Daario: whether it concerned the fish, or something else entirely. She knew better than to ask, though - Coron looked like he was on a mission already, and it would be unwise to venture out and try to talk to him about it. It must be fairly serious, she knew that, and she was far more canny than she looked, and, indeed, appeared: she decided that once they got back, she would try to eavesdrop and learn what was going on. Her eyes brightened at this thought. Yes, she would do that. Would she keep the information to herself? Possibly: it depended on what it was about, didn't it?

Absorbed in her new plan, Masquerade followed the Kappa, trying to look desperately innocent and unaware.

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Gone Fishing Jan 7, 2014 20:31:39 GMT

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Post by Silverlight on Jan 7, 2014 20:31:39 GMT

As Coron walked on with the fish, he thought about what she had said about his being told off by his mother for surprising wolves of his own pack. Actually, he thought to himself with amusement. I have gotten a paw 'round the ear. Twice He might have even let a slight smile momentarily pass over his face if he had not been holding the fish at the time. It was an amusing memory for him.

The thought of what he needed to tell Daario about sobered him up a bit however. Whether the matters were very important or not, he'd leave the alpha to decide that for now. As the winter dragged on, things were becoming increasingly difficult for the pack. It felt as though each new winter were a new struggle. There was little food and they sometimes had to resort to chasing down a chipmunk or a squirrel for a meal.

Then there were his worries about another matter. The herds seemed to be smaller each year, or at least to him. Disease? Lack of animals to breed? Perhaps they were being hunted by... others. This along with a few other minor topics was what Coron planned to ask Daario about. Now he wondered to himself why he had bothered to stop by Masquerade and chat for a little. To be social, a small voice in his head told him. To be nice. Unlike some high-ranking wolves in packs, Coron didn't enjoy showing off his rank, showing that he was more dominant than others and making them all show submissive positions. Sure, he was a higher rank and had to make certain decisions that other lower ranks wouldn't make, but in his mind, that did not give him too many other special privileges. Besides, he had no mate, yet, and sometimes missed the company of wolves sharing his rank. So, he liked to hang out with his hunters when time would allow.

Aside from all that, he liked being a wolf that others liked, whether or not he was a high rank. However, that wasn't important for the time, he supposed. What was important was that he got to Daario to talk to him, so Coron kept right on walking, quickening his pace a slight bit.

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Gone Fishing Jan 9, 2014 22:00:44 GMT

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Post by Seagull on Jan 9, 2014 22:00:44 GMT

There was silence, and as Masquerade walked she wondered what Conan was thinking, and what possibly he might have to say to Daario. Was it really to do with the food supplies? Possibly - she knew that it was a crisis, but weren't there other things, too? She thought over her plan to listen in in what he had to say, and she let a smile roll onto her face as she thought of it. Oh, she'd know what he wanted to say soon enough! The idea of knowing a coveted secret excited her greatly.

Or she could just ask.

Getting fed up with the silence, the female padded up to Coron so the pair were now walking side by side. "So," she said, conversationally, past the mouthful of fish, "What are you going to talk to Daario about?" She looked at him with a mock challenging gaze, one that was playful but also had genuine curiosity within. "I'm not going to tell anyone," she added, a grin lightening up her features. "I'm hardly going to shout it from the mountaintops, if that's what you're getting yourself into a worry about." It was not the way one usually spoke to their boss, but there was genuine respect there, and she only meant it in a playful way.

But would he tell her about what he had to say to Daario? Probably not, in retrospect, as she waited for his response: he seemed quite serious, and probably wouldn't tell someone - of a lower rank, of course - about what he had to say to the alpha. Still, it was worth a try, and she wasn't going to be anything worse off for having asked! Maybe she could try the cloak-and-dagger business of sneaking in and listening to the conversation later - if he decided not to tell her now. As she thought, Masquerade chewed on one of the fish in her jaws, mangling it to a pulp without even noticing she had done so.

Trying to match his pace with her own, Masquerade continued to walk, the sharp fish scales cutting at the inside of her maw. She shook her head irritably.

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