Post by dusk on Dec 22, 2007 17:39:52 GMT 8
Dusk yawned loudly and largely as he stepped out of te wariors den, into the the weak late leaf-bare sunlight. Even though prey was scarce, he saw with glee that the fresh-kill pile was full. Or as full as it would get during leaf-bare.
Prey must be strarting to come out of hiding, sensing, perhaps, the warm new-leaf winds that occasionaly blew through, or perhaps the steady rise in temperature.
Striding over to the pile, he picked a reasonably plump looking pidgeon, chose a patch of ground with considerable sunlight, and dropped his haunches to the ground, devouring the pidgeon easily. Too anyone watching, it would seem as though the pidgeon would scarcely be enough for the big cat's appetite. They would be right, but Dusk had enough self-control to know that if he wanted to eat anymore- at least, right now- he would need to go and hunt his share.
Which he would do.
Eventually.
Prey must be strarting to come out of hiding, sensing, perhaps, the warm new-leaf winds that occasionaly blew through, or perhaps the steady rise in temperature.
Striding over to the pile, he picked a reasonably plump looking pidgeon, chose a patch of ground with considerable sunlight, and dropped his haunches to the ground, devouring the pidgeon easily. Too anyone watching, it would seem as though the pidgeon would scarcely be enough for the big cat's appetite. They would be right, but Dusk had enough self-control to know that if he wanted to eat anymore- at least, right now- he would need to go and hunt his share.
Which he would do.
Eventually.
