04-19-2020, 12:21 AM
Alaric knew that plenty of food was ripe for the taking in the tavern. He didn't care. The feline knew this, but he chose to hunt down his prey because of the benefits it offered. First of all, freshly caught prey tasted better to him, and hunting for prey further sharpened his mind and body. His reflexes had improved as a result of hunting by himself, and he was noticeably faster now than when he had first joined Tanglewood. It was easier for him to think on his feet now, too, since he had spent a fair amount of time outsmarting the admittedly stupid game he ran after.
It was on one of these multiple hunts that the salty scent of seabreeze invaded his senses. He was in the middle of the damn swamp, and the brackish shore that Tanglewood boasted was located on the other side of the territory. He ruled out the idea of his senses playing tricks on him without a second thought, believing himself to be of sound mind and body. He decided then that he was going to find out why such a smell had interrupted his hunt.
Following the scent to its origin, Alaric came upon the forms of Aurum and two strangers, one smelling of Tanglewood and the other of the ocean. He realized then that what he had smelled was, in fact, not the ocean, but someone from the Typhoon. That was another thing that he had improved upon since joining the group. Previously, he had no knowledge of groups outside of his parents and himself, but now that he was adjusted to clan life, he was a little more versed in the realm of politics, including the names of groups as well as the scents they carried. He'd also familiarized himself with who Tangle's allies and enemies were.
"Tanglewood and the Typhoon are allies," Alaric stated flatly as he closed the distance between himself and the small gathering. He glanced at each of the creatures gathered, his gaze somewhat lingering on Vigenere.
It was on one of these multiple hunts that the salty scent of seabreeze invaded his senses. He was in the middle of the damn swamp, and the brackish shore that Tanglewood boasted was located on the other side of the territory. He ruled out the idea of his senses playing tricks on him without a second thought, believing himself to be of sound mind and body. He decided then that he was going to find out why such a smell had interrupted his hunt.
Following the scent to its origin, Alaric came upon the forms of Aurum and two strangers, one smelling of Tanglewood and the other of the ocean. He realized then that what he had smelled was, in fact, not the ocean, but someone from the Typhoon. That was another thing that he had improved upon since joining the group. Previously, he had no knowledge of groups outside of his parents and himself, but now that he was adjusted to clan life, he was a little more versed in the realm of politics, including the names of groups as well as the scents they carried. He'd also familiarized himself with who Tangle's allies and enemies were.
"Tanglewood and the Typhoon are allies," Alaric stated flatly as he closed the distance between himself and the small gathering. He glanced at each of the creatures gathered, his gaze somewhat lingering on Vigenere.
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