Thread: Adventures in Skyrim (Grave and Nico)

After walking for almost half a day, Blue Moon felt his feet began to ache. He sat down on a rock that let him have a good view of the road without being seen. He scanned the area and listened for any prey that may be worth the energy to catch. He didn't need to eat as often as most, because he was a special breed of wolf, but it never hurt to have a snack now and then to keep up his energy so he can keep his pace as steady as he wanted it. Nothing. Just some humans and a ... cat. He looked and it was a feline. He never could remember the names of all the species. He was more of a basic learner. Humans, Cats, Lizards, Wolves, Trolls, Dragons, Ghosts, Witches, Elves, Dark Elves, and Bad Elves. That was the sum total of his brains knowledge when it came to naming the types of people in Skyrim. He didn't feel the need to really get to know them by 'proper' names. Although he may want to learn so he didn't insult someone. As he thought on this and watched as the group went by, talking about an execution going on in Solitude, he wondered if he would run into someone to travel with for a time that might help with that. It's not like he intended to STAY in Whiterun. It was just another stop on his way to discovering the land and finding out what was out there. He would need to stay for a short time and earn some more money, but he was good at things that would earn him quick cash. Suddenly, a noise caught his attention. Oh boy...a deer. And a pack of wolves that are stalking it. His stomach gave a grumble. He smiled. This would be fun. He got up and went further into the trees and up the mountain side a ways. He put his pack and clothes in a hiddy-hole he had found wedged in between a tree and a rock. Then changed into his wolf form and fallowed the scent to the wolves. Blue Moon snarled as he approached, letting the smaller wolves know that HE would rip them apart if they challenged him. They knew an Alfa when they saw one and they didn't push their luck. He was counting on this. This was just a hunting party. No Alfa present. He snuffed and let them get a good sniff of him. Then it was all eyes and noises and ears on the task at hand. The deer. He felt his blood rushing, his heart pounding, his every muscle tensing and relaxing with the beat of the rush of the hunt. This was his favorite part of being a wolf. The rush of adrenaline when hunting, chasing, running in wolf form... what a rush! He grunted to the small wolves and they moved off in a half circle around the deer. They were careful as to not let the deer know they were there. This pleased Blue Moon. Then it all happened at once. The deer shifted, bent down to eat, and ..... Running, jumping, teeth and claws sinking into flesh, the cry of the prey going down, the tumble of bodies as the deer cried one last time and finally... Silence. The only thing that was heard was the huffing of the wolves as they caught their breaths after the take down of their dinner. Blue Moon was pleased he was aloud to take first choice of meat. He was not greedy and knew they had pups and a female waiting somewhere. He could smell the rest of the pack on these three and would not take from the female and pups. So he took a good portion, but not large, off the hind left upper leg and went away from the smaller wolves to eat. He felt good. The rush was enough to put him in higher spirits and the meat in his stomach made his body feel energized and ready for the rest of his walk until night fall. He would not have to hunt again for at least two days.