[AW]  Easy Come Easy Go

Bryker

8 y/o medium Male
Lynus, Male Uakari

The ravine was close to home, but far enough to stretch his legs and get a taste of different scenery. The muscular male figure lightly passed through the territory, his keen eyes and ears aware of anyone or anything that might be eatable to stave off the hunger growing in his belly. The freshness of the pine cooled his throat with each inhale, masking the other subtle scents of the forest creatures. He was travelling at an incline, headed toward the rocky cliffs. There would be a point where he could no longer move in the current direction, for it would become too steep and rocky to continue. If he had wings he would not have to worry about the treachery of unstable rocks or steep drop offs. But alas, he did not.  

Soon, audits twitched, picking out the muffled sound of a small deer heard over the crash of the ocean waves. The waves pounded the shore on either side of the ravine. Bryker tended to stay in the middle of the ravine, where he could only hear the sound of the waves rather than see the ocean through the thick foliage. 

The wolf slunk into a low position. He crept slowly. As long as he was quiet, he should be able to approach the ever vigilant deer without them spying him too soon. He focused on keeping his steps light. Muscles rolled, tensed and ready as the small herd of three came into view. It was a mother with two young, healthy looking offspring, perhaps only a moon or two old. Their tails wagged as they stood next to their mother, completely unawares of the hunter. He moved closer, slipping behind a large stone, then a tall tree. They still did not see him. Sneaking behind an overgrown berry bush, Bryker offered a prayer to Notus, who he hoped would bless him with swift paws.

 Only a few meters away, Bryker suddenly sprung. The doe instantly took off, her fawns bleating behind her white tail. Bryker gave silent chase, knowing it would be over soon....

A few minutes later, Bryker dragged the small body into the protectiveness of a large pine tree. Brown needles crunched under his paws as he backed up under the shade. When he felt the bark of the trunk at his back, he paused, letting his jaws relax and his meal slump to the ground. Light golden eyes glanced around. He needed to keep an eye on the surroundings for potential dangers that might try and steal his triumph. He did not see any threats- yet. Sharp fangs tore into the hide, ripping and devouring the warm meat as quickly as possible.   


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Cove

4 y/o xlarge Male
Bay & Briny, male clown goby fish

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His familiars were back in the ocean water, getting their own food off the seafloor. It made Cove anxious to not have them in the bauble of water that was tied around his neck, but he knew they had to be as free as he was. They would return to him in an hour or two, done with their work and giving Cove peace of mind. They had spoken to him, telling him he needed to eat as well. Bay and Briny had complained about being on his neck when he was hunting; too much knocking around.


So Cove was taking this time to hunt, just like they wanted. But he did not stray far, able to taste the ocean’s air on his tongue. The water bauble was around his neck, empty of anything except water; it was a way for him to also carry his magic around with him. From where he stood, sniffing the forest floor, he could pick up the traces of deer. The eldest seemed to be female, but the others were young. It didn’t matter to a hungry wolf, though.


Cove came closer to the tiny family herd, their scent drifting towards him. But this time, another scent joined them: wolf. So another had been wandering the coast, and had picked the same prey. Carefully, Cove padded through the land, hearing the running of paws, and the sound of death. So the blue boy had been too late to catch the food for himself. But Cove was not to give up easily. Instead, he cautiously padded towards the wolf, taking care to make it so he was easy to notice. As his eyes went over the other male, he would speak. “That’s a lotta food for one guy.” Share, the words said.


 
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Bryker

8 y/o medium Male
Lynus, Male Uakari

It wasn't long before the sounds of the scuffle, the cries of death, and the scent of a fresh kill had brought him company. This wolf was a stranger, but that did not bother Bryker. He was not usually one to turn down company. The indigo hued wolf looked from him then down to the meat between his paws, already several bites into the meal. The words that came from the male were suggestive, hinting that he wanted some of the kill. The tan wolf glanced down, considering what had been said. Bryker had only caught a fawn. His stomach churned and growled again, announcing its yearning for the rest of the meat. The small deer was hardly a meal for two, but he was not against sharing a bit.   

"I'll give you some." he said. 

Bryker did not wait for the wolf to answer before placing his front paws on the carcass and using his fangs to tug and rip a leg and shoulder free from the body. It was a fairly awkward piece to handle. He clumsily tossed the leg over to the stranger. The limb landed with a soft flump upon the ground. Bright yellow eyes watched the darker colored male carefully for a reaction. Gratitude would go a long way, but so long as the other wolf understood that the rest was not up for grabs they should get along fine. Bryker was not inherently selfish. He would give up most of his possessions if it meant someone else's happiness- but he did covet food when he was hungry. His stomach gave another insisting growl. 
 
Eyes still keen on his new company, Bryker bent and snapped up a few more bites. Jaws clipped. Throat swallowed. But his gaze never left the stranger, the fur on the back of his neck telling him to keep his wits about this one. 

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Cove

4 y/o xlarge Male
Bay & Briny, male clown goby fish
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The tension was thick in the air, as if both of them could taste it. When a wolf was hungry, they could get feisty. Cove was not as kind, and would be willing to steal if need be. As well, unlike the other wolf, he was not starving to death. While he was hungry for that moment, that day, he had been fed well enough. Anyone could tell by how tall he stood, how bulky his shoulders were. But he was one to give chances as well.


When the other spoke, agreeing to share, Cove softened up. He would not argue about getting more; this was enough for him to feed on for now. If he was still hungry later on, he could hunt for himself. This was just an easy way out. As the food landed at his paws with a sickening plop, he gave a dip of his head, a small thank you. He was not one for vocalizing his thanks to others. What an asshole.


Cove laid on the ground, not too far from the stranger. “Name’s Cove. You?” There was no harm in asking. While he tore into the leg, he was looking around, eyes darting to try and find a familiar. While it was completely unheard of to use one in attacks, he did not know what kind of magic they might have together. It made him itch for Bay and Briny, but it was still not time to go and fetch them.


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Bryker

8 y/o medium Male
Lynus, Male Uakari

Bryker continued his meal, relaxing more as the stranger settled into the leg without a fuss. Good. There was no gratitude shown, which had caused Bryker to frown, but otherwise he was at peace with the situation and continued to eat his meal silently. Each bite was delicious and tender, slowly taking down the empty pit in his belly. Nothing was said between the two until the other introduced himself. Bryker's dark ears flicked toward the sound, followed by gleaming eyes at the question. He had begun to wonder if the stranger was going to make any conversation at all. Bryker, a natural socialite, was not used to such drawn pauses under regular circumstances; however, when it came to a meal the talkative wolf was unnaturally silent- intending to focus on nourishment rather than words. He wondered if Cove felt the same way, as there had only been three words passed from the blue wolf's maw. 

"I'm Bryker." he said after gulping down a piece of organ meat. He usually followed that with 'nice to meet you' but he was still undecided whether the pleasantry was in order or not. Maybe give him a chance? With a fuller belly he was not so focused on the meal, so he asked, "You new here? I haven't seen you around before."  

He did not have a claim to the Ravine, but Bryker did spend a lot of time in the area considering that it butted up against Thatcher Woods, the place he did call home. The Ravine was not a well-travelled area, which made unknown visitors peculiar. 

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