straight to video [jareth] Jul 31, 2017 23:49:25 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 23:49:25 GMT -6
Kaer Beach was much different than the fields of Itai, and Tarrant quite liked it. He'd had a run in with some stranger about a day prior and vacated the plains after being told some of the territory was shared with a nearby pack. A pack of pansies, no less. Now, Tarrant had no problems with pansies- he didn't really give a shit about them or anyone other than himself- but he did have a problem with being roped into other people's shit he wasn't interested in. Barely any of it ended up benefiting him. If he wasn't going to get anything out of it, it wasn't worth his time.
The lanky-legged wolf found himself trekking towards the scent and sight of salt water. He gave his nose a bit of a twitch as the smell of the beach flooded his senses, bringing the smallest of smirks onto his face. Normally, beaches like this ended up having very... strange things washed up onto them. Dead things, in particular. Tarrant trotted forward at a quick and eager pace as the lapping waves came into view and splashed up against his toes.
He was hoping to find something- a turtle, perhaps. He'd always had a dream of curling up inside the shell of one and using it as some kind of nest. It was hollow, and practically made to be slept inside of. Tarrant could only imagine what kinds of smells the shell would hold within it as well. He ran his tongue across his lips and a shiver shot up and down his spine in anticipation. His stomach twinged and he found his gait becoming a bit uneven at points as he trekked along the water's edge. Critical grey eyes swept across the sands over and over and over again.
He never came across a dead turtle, but he did find a particularly gnarled and bloated looking bird's corpse. He wasn't sure what kind of bird it was, but that didn't matter to him. The rank stench of rot filled his nostrils and his stomach rumbled. No other wolf would dare to eat something as vile and rotten as this bird, so Tarrant made his move. He grasped the dead thing by its leg and began to harshly drag it away from the water's edge.
Tarrant flopped down in the sand and almost immediately sank his teeth into the feathers and flesh of his newfound bird. Much to his dismay, however, he hardly crunched through one bit of hollow bone before a stranger caught his eye. Tarrant lifted his head up and stared, blankly, at the steadily approaching wolf before him. Once the stranger was within earshot, Tarrant dropped his mouth open and spoke.