Shit weather, shit hunting, shit body, shit, shit, shit, Bird thought, staring at the bloom of saturated crimson on her silvery fur. It stood out like a bison standing in the middle of a snow-covered field.
Unmistakable, and a certain invitation to those catering to particular instincts.
Bird would have hoped the stress of leaving her home behind to eat itself alive and her current food predicament might have stressed her to a point where this sort of thing wouldn't happen but you win some, you lose some, she supposed. Clamping her tail down hard around her rump and flicking it to tuck to her belly, she hauled herself to her feet and set about snuffling at the cold, lifeless and damp earth for a bounty. Mother Nature always had something for her, it was just a matter of Bird being stubborn and resourceful enough to get her to give it up.
It took a few hours, during which the 'ignoring her heat' method was working great, and the 'finding food by walking aimlessly' method wasn't. The sky had lightened a bit behind the clouds, and the wet snow clumps had soaked her fur nearly through. With a huff, she sat down, casting her gaze across the meadow. In the distance, a hare peeked out of its warren, before shuffling back inside right away when it realized what the weather was like.
She huffed, the breath clouding a bit even in the damp, cold air, a dry and largely silent laugh. She was jealous of a fuckin' bunny.
That was her cue to get her ass moving, she supposed, though she was loathe to leave the area that seemed largely desolate of other wolves in her current state. She didn't want to be harassed, and she didn't want temptation staring her in the face. She didn't need the allure of a warm body comforting all her many emotional aches and pains, and soothing the physical ones low in her belly.
Wait, what was she worried about again?
Right. Food. Sex didn't fill Bird's belly and that was the priority. The meadow seemed shit for hunting, so she'd....Go somewhere else. And stay focused on the task at hand, hunger and head fogging her focus be damned. Tail still tucked, Bird stood, tilting her head at the meadow surrounding her briefly before trotting in the mountain's direction. Mountains, she knew, had hunted on before, had learned to hunt there. She'd try there, and hope the cold would do half her work for her. A starved and frozen carcass would take a while to chew on, but it was low-exertion food.
Unmistakable, and a certain invitation to those catering to particular instincts.
Bird would have hoped the stress of leaving her home behind to eat itself alive and her current food predicament might have stressed her to a point where this sort of thing wouldn't happen but you win some, you lose some, she supposed. Clamping her tail down hard around her rump and flicking it to tuck to her belly, she hauled herself to her feet and set about snuffling at the cold, lifeless and damp earth for a bounty. Mother Nature always had something for her, it was just a matter of Bird being stubborn and resourceful enough to get her to give it up.
It took a few hours, during which the 'ignoring her heat' method was working great, and the 'finding food by walking aimlessly' method wasn't. The sky had lightened a bit behind the clouds, and the wet snow clumps had soaked her fur nearly through. With a huff, she sat down, casting her gaze across the meadow. In the distance, a hare peeked out of its warren, before shuffling back inside right away when it realized what the weather was like.
She huffed, the breath clouding a bit even in the damp, cold air, a dry and largely silent laugh. She was jealous of a fuckin' bunny.
That was her cue to get her ass moving, she supposed, though she was loathe to leave the area that seemed largely desolate of other wolves in her current state. She didn't want to be harassed, and she didn't want temptation staring her in the face. She didn't need the allure of a warm body comforting all her many emotional aches and pains, and soothing the physical ones low in her belly.
Wait, what was she worried about again?
Right. Food. Sex didn't fill Bird's belly and that was the priority. The meadow seemed shit for hunting, so she'd....Go somewhere else. And stay focused on the task at hand, hunger and head fogging her focus be damned. Tail still tucked, Bird stood, tilting her head at the meadow surrounding her briefly before trotting in the mountain's direction. Mountains, she knew, had hunted on before, had learned to hunt there. She'd try there, and hope the cold would do half her work for her. A starved and frozen carcass would take a while to chew on, but it was low-exertion food.