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Post by xaethra on Nov 20, 2011 12:20:34 GMT
So her name was Warrigal then? A nice, suitable name for one of their species. He shifted himself slightly closer to the goat carcass, hoping to at least get a few more scraps to eat. Teeth dug into the sinew that was left and he tore it away, jaw rippling whilst his teeth speared the flesh. He chewed and swallowed thoughtfully, large eyes focused on her as he contemplated her question.
"I guess just life brings me here." He hadn't meant to wander across the goat; had been too air headed to take into sight or scent the half eaten beast that lay before the pair. "Of course, I was hunting the goat." Thankfully the pelt was too torn up for it to appear as if the goat had died of only sunstroke, and so he assumed he would get away with this latest lie quite easily.
"It was a hard chase, but no match for me." Daku puffed out his chest a little further, seeming to preen under the momentary attention he received like the fool he was. His eyes ran across the female; seemingly average, only with a temper that he didn't truthfully want to run into. |
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Post by Tiggs on Nov 20, 2011 13:20:53 GMT
A temperamental, immature, and accomplished dingo dog. Bringing down a goat was no easy feat for a lone dingo, even if he was larger than average. She wagged her tail a little in appreciation, perhaps she was judging him too soon. Killing a goat was bound to make him nervous that a pack would take it from him, and she had surprised him...
Warrigal tugged a leg bone free of the carcass and pinned it between her paws. Getting her strong jaws around it, she cracked it thoughtfully and licked at the marrow inside. Daku must be a successful dingo; he’d have to be to survive the High Country, and as a loner no less. Goats might be one of man’s stupid beasts, but their horns could be deadly and Daku didn’t have a scratch on him.
The wary dingo bitch was beginning to feel impressed. “Then I should thank you properly, you’re kind to share such a difficult kill,” she bobbed her head respectfully, keeping eye-contact with the pale dingo dog.
Dingoes were a social creature by nature, and Warrigal could see an opportunity with a strong hunter like Daku. Perhaps he would join her; summer would be even more bountiful with two hunters. Chuffing, the amber-pelted female gave the barest ghost of a smile. There was no rush to find out now that her stomach was full, but she had to admit, she did like the idea of spending more days with a full stomach and Daku might just be the key.
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