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A K I L A- Viribus Medic
The lightly damp earth glides under her paws, every careful step drawing her closer to her destination. She inhales quietly, the early spring air wrapping her lungs in a chilled embrace. Akila exhales in the form of a soft sigh, her gaze scanning over the small pond cautiously. This pond laid on neutral territory between both packs, yet that doesn't mean the other canines were obligated to be polite.
Silently, the medic continues forward and out of the safety of her territory. She approaches the edge of the pond elegantly, gazing into the clear water in awe. Decently sized silver fish swirl in the water, zipping every which way, almost in an odd game of chase. Akila flicks her silky white ears, noting the glittering stones at the very bottom of the pond. She tilts her head in bliss, the scene before her calm and collected. After a few moments, Akila decides to take a short break after venturing to one of the farthest sides of the territory, and slightly beyond. With shocking speed and timed accuracy, one of her dainty paws flashes into the cool pond water. With a precise flick of her paw, one of the silver fish is launched out of the water and into the lush grass.
Satisfied with herself, the medic lays down beside her morning breakfast. Killing the fish with an easy bite, she carefully begins to bite into her prey. It wasn't much of a meal, yet it was a decent snack. The meat of the fish seemed to almost melt on her tongue, yet the oils from the meat cling to the fur on her muzzle. Her ears remain pricked, listening intently for any signs of a hostile canine. While it wasn't her rank, Akila was still trained in fighting. She found these skills useful, yet she despised needless fighting. She'd much rather escape without having to cause harm to another canine.
She finishes her fish carefully, licking her lightly blood stained muzzle. With a content sigh, Akila gets to her paws and gives her silky fur a thorough shake. She once again approaches the pond, yet this time she steps her paws into the frigid water. Her pelt prickles in response to the icy liquid at her paws, yet she continues on. She begins to gently scratch at the pond floor, shifting the rocks gently. After a few moments of doing this, she lowers her head, dipping her muzzle into the water and pulling out a thick, white root. Akila pads back to the bank, placing the medical root in the grass. She does this a few more times, until she has about as much as she can carry alone.
Akila pulls herself out of the water, her paws having gone numb from the cold. She shakes the loose water from her dainty paws, huffing softly in frustration. She counts the roots and with a satisfied nod, she walks over to a large bush, before tugging an adequately sized leaf off of the plant. She returns to the roots, and begins to place them on the leaf gently. Careful not to break the roots with her fangs, she then picks up the gently wrapped bundle and turns to venture back into her territory.
Silently, the medic continues forward and out of the safety of her territory. She approaches the edge of the pond elegantly, gazing into the clear water in awe. Decently sized silver fish swirl in the water, zipping every which way, almost in an odd game of chase. Akila flicks her silky white ears, noting the glittering stones at the very bottom of the pond. She tilts her head in bliss, the scene before her calm and collected. After a few moments, Akila decides to take a short break after venturing to one of the farthest sides of the territory, and slightly beyond. With shocking speed and timed accuracy, one of her dainty paws flashes into the cool pond water. With a precise flick of her paw, one of the silver fish is launched out of the water and into the lush grass.
Satisfied with herself, the medic lays down beside her morning breakfast. Killing the fish with an easy bite, she carefully begins to bite into her prey. It wasn't much of a meal, yet it was a decent snack. The meat of the fish seemed to almost melt on her tongue, yet the oils from the meat cling to the fur on her muzzle. Her ears remain pricked, listening intently for any signs of a hostile canine. While it wasn't her rank, Akila was still trained in fighting. She found these skills useful, yet she despised needless fighting. She'd much rather escape without having to cause harm to another canine.
She finishes her fish carefully, licking her lightly blood stained muzzle. With a content sigh, Akila gets to her paws and gives her silky fur a thorough shake. She once again approaches the pond, yet this time she steps her paws into the frigid water. Her pelt prickles in response to the icy liquid at her paws, yet she continues on. She begins to gently scratch at the pond floor, shifting the rocks gently. After a few moments of doing this, she lowers her head, dipping her muzzle into the water and pulling out a thick, white root. Akila pads back to the bank, placing the medical root in the grass. She does this a few more times, until she has about as much as she can carry alone.
Akila pulls herself out of the water, her paws having gone numb from the cold. She shakes the loose water from her dainty paws, huffing softly in frustration. She counts the roots and with a satisfied nod, she walks over to a large bush, before tugging an adequately sized leaf off of the plant. She returns to the roots, and begins to place them on the leaf gently. Careful not to break the roots with her fangs, she then picks up the gently wrapped bundle and turns to venture back into her territory.
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Zeno - Furtim Beta
His rough tongue gently glides over the soft rabbit pelt, his eyes scan the camp calmly as his pack mates begin to wake and set off on rounds. Zeno had already been out hunting before the sun rose of mountains in the distance, and he had brought back two fat rabbits. He had left the prey he had caught in the pile, and instead picked a rabbit that had been killed the day before. Zeno laid on the farthest side of camp, the smooth basking rock still smelt faintly of dew and the gentle spring rain from the night before.
The large beta takes a bite of his breakfast, twitching his ears as the youngest litter of pups noisily makes their way out of the nursery. Zeno licks his muzzle quietly, before taking another bite of the young rabbit. The pups tumble and wrestle over one another, playfully growling and causing a decent amount of chaos. He couldn't help but chuckle, averting his gaze from that typical rambunctious pups, he finds his gaze lingering on the alpha den. He was supposed to be the next in line to be alpha, once the current alphas were deceased or retired.
Zeno shakes his head slightly, he couldn't see himself becoming alpha. He enjoyed the alphas as they were, and hopes to never see them step down or harmed. His gaze his ripped back to the pups, who had become oddly quiet. They were near the kill pile, and seemed to be debating on grabbing a piece of prey. Zeno flicks his ears slightly, he figured they wouldn't be eating the prey, instead they would likely use it in their odd games. He swallows down a few more bites of his rabbit, licking his bloody muzzle. The large beta gets to his paws and walks past the pups, who were now looking at the scraps of bones and a few pieces of flesh he had left. With a satisfied huff, Zeno gently pushes the pups towards the former rabbit. They gladly take up his offer, and begin to chew the bones, playing tug and chasing one another over certain bones.
With a soft chuckle, Zeno decides to lay in the shade just under the alpha den. He typically resided in this spot during warmer days, or when he wanted to detach himself from the pack. He lays down with a soft groan, flicking his ears as he continues to watch over the camp, which was mostly awake now.
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