Thalassa
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
I wanted to shout about it.
The first set of tracks barely registered in Thal's mind. They looked old from the way a fresh layer of snow softened the imprints and she passed over them without a second glance. However, the next trail had her perking with interest. The fresh dung and lingering scent of blood promised more recent visitors. Fox obviously agreed as she watched him bound off to follow it.
She took a slower approach, not wanting to frighten any prey. Her eyes scanned for information, noting the chaotic disruption of the snow and what predator had intercepted the dung's creator. Although a quick, easy meal from an injured animal would be great, her bloodlust called for more. More violence. More bloodshed. More adrenaline. So as she let the Fyrhund lead the way, Thal prepared to veer off in search of the more challenging target.
Thalassa wants to hunt the wolves!
She took a slower approach, not wanting to frighten any prey. Her eyes scanned for information, noting the chaotic disruption of the snow and what predator had intercepted the dung's creator. Although a quick, easy meal from an injured animal would be great, her bloodlust called for more. More violence. More bloodshed. More adrenaline. So as she let the Fyrhund lead the way, Thal prepared to veer off in search of the more challenging target.
Thalassa wants to hunt the wolves!
But all I could do was whipser,
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
