Post by Dax Ehzno on Mar 12, 2009 14:59:41 GMT -5
"It's alright," he assured her quickly. "It's just that we're out in the open here, and I don't you to run into anything...unsavory...by yourself." A look of pure gratitude and bliss filled his eyes at the thought of the rabbit's tender meat filling his mouth with all sorts of delicious juices, even if the lesser lera typically had less meat, especially this time of year. It didn't matter, though; Semmorra had been able to catch what she could, and Dax was thankful for it. Besides- even if these didn't fill him, they could still hunt later, and if they were lucky there was a herla or a chamois somewhere that would make an excellent meal.
Semmorra nudged the trio of rabbits toward him and he did not revert to any niceties; the dragga tore through the fur, sharp fangs slicing down to raw muscle and gristle and everything else delicious about fresh kill. In between bites he would lick his lips in a decent effort to keep his muzzle from matching his bright tail, uttering little snuffles of glee and wagging his tail. "Still," he told her after swallowing a particularly delicious bite, "Any kill is still kill, we don't fight fair when food is scarce. Sometimes, instead of just attacking them straight away and risking the possibility of something like that-," he jerked his head in the direction of her toward foreleg, "-You can just frighten them into tharn, and then they'll freeze up and it's much easier for both you and the prey. It's over quicker for them, because they aren't fighting back, and it's easier for you, because you don't have to play around with your food." He nodded at her departure, raising his head to call out "Be careful!", although there was really nothing to fear in the great meadow; no particularly threatening scents had been lingering and the wind was in their favor.
It took Semmorra quite some time to return, time enough for Dax to both strip the meat from all three rabbits and begin to worry about the fae. It was in his nature to be so protective; every time he saw th drappa he was instantly reminded of his favorite sister. Clutching a white bone from the dank pile of blood-sodden fur and discarded organs, Dax gnawed hard on the sallow stick-like bone, cracking through the hard shell to the inner marrow, sweet and nourishing. Semmorra padded toward him and nosed another bone toward her, blue eyes glittering and a grin on his face. "Well, I'm not nearly as hungry, but we can start our lessons if you'd like. Did you see or smell any herla?"
Semmorra nudged the trio of rabbits toward him and he did not revert to any niceties; the dragga tore through the fur, sharp fangs slicing down to raw muscle and gristle and everything else delicious about fresh kill. In between bites he would lick his lips in a decent effort to keep his muzzle from matching his bright tail, uttering little snuffles of glee and wagging his tail. "Still," he told her after swallowing a particularly delicious bite, "Any kill is still kill, we don't fight fair when food is scarce. Sometimes, instead of just attacking them straight away and risking the possibility of something like that-," he jerked his head in the direction of her toward foreleg, "-You can just frighten them into tharn, and then they'll freeze up and it's much easier for both you and the prey. It's over quicker for them, because they aren't fighting back, and it's easier for you, because you don't have to play around with your food." He nodded at her departure, raising his head to call out "Be careful!", although there was really nothing to fear in the great meadow; no particularly threatening scents had been lingering and the wind was in their favor.
It took Semmorra quite some time to return, time enough for Dax to both strip the meat from all three rabbits and begin to worry about the fae. It was in his nature to be so protective; every time he saw th drappa he was instantly reminded of his favorite sister. Clutching a white bone from the dank pile of blood-sodden fur and discarded organs, Dax gnawed hard on the sallow stick-like bone, cracking through the hard shell to the inner marrow, sweet and nourishing. Semmorra padded toward him and nosed another bone toward her, blue eyes glittering and a grin on his face. "Well, I'm not nearly as hungry, but we can start our lessons if you'd like. Did you see or smell any herla?"