Post by braxton on May 6, 2009 11:16:12 GMT -5
It is a rather frosty morning, and Hinto is shivering a bit. Despite all the preparations and the winter coat, Hinto never really cares much for winter. He is not far outside his den, trying to find the drive to go hunting for the morning. He figures Lupin would rather get some rest. But the wolf still finds it hard to get up and at 'em.
Unlike the wolf, Roscoe sort of enjoyed the winter months. Though, his coat was heavily insulated, and thus he didn't much worry about getting cole. But why the buck had travelled to this unfamiliar brook, and so close to the scent of a wolf den was arguable. Since he had travelled from far to the northeast in order to get around here anyway, he probably was just out exploring, and didn't think twice about the scent of wolves that he could definitely smell. Arrogant as he was, the young stag probably had the mindset of, 'I can take them!' Hooves creating medium-sized prints in the untouched snow, Roscoe lifted his heavy head to the sky and glanced upwards, taking the scent of the den in. A smirk almost appeared on his face, but he huffed a large breath of air out through his nostrils instead.
Unfortunately for Hinto, the thought that he could take them is likely true. He's just a wolf with a pregnant mate. Far from an ambitious and hungry pack. However, since Hinto doesn't feel like traveling far, the very moment he spots the buck the wolf decides he may as well at least try, even though he knows he's likely to get hurt. The wolf starts moving slowly and silently closer to the buck, thinking about how he would be able to single-handedly bring the prey down.
The buck's eyes were first to notice the moving wolf. Even the slightest movement between the trees probably would've given the canine away, as Roscoe was expecting something to come out at him. With a low pitched chuckle, the male, experienced with fending off prey of the dog sort lowered his weakening antlers, ready to impale the mangy wolf if it attempted to attack him.
Hinto finally makes a run at the buck. He's hungry. Not desperately. And he's not inexperienced, either. Perhaps Hinto believes he should just give it a try. Perhaps Hinto is just a great fool. At any rate when he thinks he is close enough to actually manage this foolish act he jumps for the buck.
With another low sound emitting from the buck's throat, the deer's antlers are once again his best defense. He sees the wolf jump towards him, and stands his ground with his antlers still held low, ready to, depending on where the wolf 'lands', sweep him up and toss him to the ground, or impale him. Hopefully impale, but chances are low. If all else failed, his hooves were sharp as well, and Roscoe learned at a yound age how to kick a predator's teeth in.
Fortunately for Hinto, he landed in front of the deer, so being impaled mid-jump or being kicked hard in the face aren't possibilities for him. Unfortunately, he is unprepared for any other injuries the deer could inflict on him while he tries this valiant thing. He makes a shorter, more forward jump to try to get the deer's throat. If he does this directly he might get lucky!
What good luck! Roscoe was nearly astonished at how the wolf lunged at him just like he had hoped it would, right for his head. Straight at his antlers! Though they were weakining at this time of year, nearly ready to drop off and be replaced over time with new ones, the buck was sure that they could handle the weight of the wolf. Lowering his head slightly more, the whitetail scooped the wolf up in his pointed antlers, and threw him over top the rest of his body, making for a sore landing if the wolf didn't get himself situated quickly. With another chuckle, the cocky male nearly pranced as he turned around, ready to stomp the creature to death if need be.
Hinto realizes only too late what a grave error he has made. Sadly he is not able to make any corrections to his body position as he sails awkwardly and haphazardly through the air, it is almost beautiful in a way, but ultimately the wolf lands badly on the ground, yelps in pain and flops on the ground. Oooh, that hurts.
Ears pinned back, the angry and yet comically enthused buck trots over to the injured wolf, and smirks with his eyes narrowing at the predator. "Not such easy prey, huh?" he mocked in a voice that while mature, was still on the younger side. Hence his arrogance. Lowing his antlers again, the buck took an offensive stance this time, and readied himsef to charge at the wolf.
The wolf bears his teeth and gets back to his feet. That was not fun. Shaking himself off, Hinto looks over at the buck. Ow. Hinto starts to growl at the buck and gets ready for a charge of his own.
The threatening growls fall on deaf ears, for Roscoe is not at all afraid of the wolf. On his journey here, he had faced many. Though, luckily they had only been singular wolves, or more rarely, pairs. Fending himself off against them and the likes of pesky coyotes, he considered himself a seasoned survivor. Sharp antlers ready to gore the wolf, the whitetail took charge at the wolf as well.
Hinto realizes on time that this deer is charging him and *yes* if he doesn't move *now* he's likely to get killed. He tries for a dart off to the side, but suddenly his world goes red with pain as he feels antlers hit his side. Hinto howls in pain as he feels himself wounded. Fortunately, because he *did* move quickly, the wound is just deep and somewhat bloody, but far from mortal.
At the Crooked Brook, Hinto howls.
Got him! The buck is actually rather suprised when he feels his antlers penetrate the wolf's fur. Sure, he had *hoped* to do that, but he figured that the wolf would be agile enough to run away. Then again, he did make the wolf fall from a good height. For a moment, Roscoe had a feeling of guilt, but got over it quickly. This predator wanted to kill him! It was just survival. Knowing that the wolf was done attacking him at the way he tried to flee, the buck removed his antlers from the wolf's side, and let out another aggressive huff of breath. "Serves you right, mutt." he said, and turned around, walking eastward, towards where he came from.
Unlike the wolf, Roscoe sort of enjoyed the winter months. Though, his coat was heavily insulated, and thus he didn't much worry about getting cole. But why the buck had travelled to this unfamiliar brook, and so close to the scent of a wolf den was arguable. Since he had travelled from far to the northeast in order to get around here anyway, he probably was just out exploring, and didn't think twice about the scent of wolves that he could definitely smell. Arrogant as he was, the young stag probably had the mindset of, 'I can take them!' Hooves creating medium-sized prints in the untouched snow, Roscoe lifted his heavy head to the sky and glanced upwards, taking the scent of the den in. A smirk almost appeared on his face, but he huffed a large breath of air out through his nostrils instead.
Unfortunately for Hinto, the thought that he could take them is likely true. He's just a wolf with a pregnant mate. Far from an ambitious and hungry pack. However, since Hinto doesn't feel like traveling far, the very moment he spots the buck the wolf decides he may as well at least try, even though he knows he's likely to get hurt. The wolf starts moving slowly and silently closer to the buck, thinking about how he would be able to single-handedly bring the prey down.
The buck's eyes were first to notice the moving wolf. Even the slightest movement between the trees probably would've given the canine away, as Roscoe was expecting something to come out at him. With a low pitched chuckle, the male, experienced with fending off prey of the dog sort lowered his weakening antlers, ready to impale the mangy wolf if it attempted to attack him.
Hinto finally makes a run at the buck. He's hungry. Not desperately. And he's not inexperienced, either. Perhaps Hinto believes he should just give it a try. Perhaps Hinto is just a great fool. At any rate when he thinks he is close enough to actually manage this foolish act he jumps for the buck.
With another low sound emitting from the buck's throat, the deer's antlers are once again his best defense. He sees the wolf jump towards him, and stands his ground with his antlers still held low, ready to, depending on where the wolf 'lands', sweep him up and toss him to the ground, or impale him. Hopefully impale, but chances are low. If all else failed, his hooves were sharp as well, and Roscoe learned at a yound age how to kick a predator's teeth in.
Fortunately for Hinto, he landed in front of the deer, so being impaled mid-jump or being kicked hard in the face aren't possibilities for him. Unfortunately, he is unprepared for any other injuries the deer could inflict on him while he tries this valiant thing. He makes a shorter, more forward jump to try to get the deer's throat. If he does this directly he might get lucky!
What good luck! Roscoe was nearly astonished at how the wolf lunged at him just like he had hoped it would, right for his head. Straight at his antlers! Though they were weakining at this time of year, nearly ready to drop off and be replaced over time with new ones, the buck was sure that they could handle the weight of the wolf. Lowering his head slightly more, the whitetail scooped the wolf up in his pointed antlers, and threw him over top the rest of his body, making for a sore landing if the wolf didn't get himself situated quickly. With another chuckle, the cocky male nearly pranced as he turned around, ready to stomp the creature to death if need be.
Hinto realizes only too late what a grave error he has made. Sadly he is not able to make any corrections to his body position as he sails awkwardly and haphazardly through the air, it is almost beautiful in a way, but ultimately the wolf lands badly on the ground, yelps in pain and flops on the ground. Oooh, that hurts.
Ears pinned back, the angry and yet comically enthused buck trots over to the injured wolf, and smirks with his eyes narrowing at the predator. "Not such easy prey, huh?" he mocked in a voice that while mature, was still on the younger side. Hence his arrogance. Lowing his antlers again, the buck took an offensive stance this time, and readied himsef to charge at the wolf.
The wolf bears his teeth and gets back to his feet. That was not fun. Shaking himself off, Hinto looks over at the buck. Ow. Hinto starts to growl at the buck and gets ready for a charge of his own.
The threatening growls fall on deaf ears, for Roscoe is not at all afraid of the wolf. On his journey here, he had faced many. Though, luckily they had only been singular wolves, or more rarely, pairs. Fending himself off against them and the likes of pesky coyotes, he considered himself a seasoned survivor. Sharp antlers ready to gore the wolf, the whitetail took charge at the wolf as well.
Hinto realizes on time that this deer is charging him and *yes* if he doesn't move *now* he's likely to get killed. He tries for a dart off to the side, but suddenly his world goes red with pain as he feels antlers hit his side. Hinto howls in pain as he feels himself wounded. Fortunately, because he *did* move quickly, the wound is just deep and somewhat bloody, but far from mortal.
At the Crooked Brook, Hinto howls.
Got him! The buck is actually rather suprised when he feels his antlers penetrate the wolf's fur. Sure, he had *hoped* to do that, but he figured that the wolf would be agile enough to run away. Then again, he did make the wolf fall from a good height. For a moment, Roscoe had a feeling of guilt, but got over it quickly. This predator wanted to kill him! It was just survival. Knowing that the wolf was done attacking him at the way he tried to flee, the buck removed his antlers from the wolf's side, and let out another aggressive huff of breath. "Serves you right, mutt." he said, and turned around, walking eastward, towards where he came from.