They'll bust your kneecaps [o, hunting]

[Vathmos]

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VATHMOS

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Vathmos found herself hungry all the time. Sure, there was always food in the messhall, and that's normally where she would get her first bites in the morning, but it wasn't enough. With two lions and whatever Red was here, she wondered if they would have to start rationing food differently. There was no way they could have enough food for everyone, right? The territory was pretty big, but could there be enough deer and other prey for them? She wondered if they would have to start eating the alligators. That was too much trouble though. Would they have to start competing with the alligators?

Vathmos couldn't stand going hungry. She hated being hungry. She slept off most of the day, more nocturnal then her clanmates, and didn't wake up until it was near dusk. She groaned lightly, rolling over and taking in the scent of her the pelt her head rested on- a raccoon. It was fresher than the others, and Vathmos had licked it clean of blood yesterday. She wondered if she should let it dry out but.... eh. That was too much work. She stood, stretching out and a coo exiting her throat. She padded to her bone pile, sniffing it and rummaging through it with her nose, trying to find any pieces she had missed. Not even a speck.

Her stomach growled, and Vathmos grabbed the rope on her door handle, flipping it open and leaving her home. She grabbed a quick bite from the mess hall- a few mice to give her energy, swallowing them whole. She left the mess hall and the camp altogether just as quickly. It took her at least a good half hour to track down something. A raccoon- it was preoccupied eating something. Vathmos was quiet as she stepped towards it. This was an unfamiliar hunting strategy to her- slinking and pouncing. Her prey was probably faster than her, so she couldn't let it get away. In the tribe, they would find something big and overpower it with numbers and by waiting it out. She could do that with a deer, for sure, but this raccoon? Not so easy.

She stepped on a stick. The raccoon straightened up, and fled. Vathmos gave chase, running after the creature and nearly smacking into a tree as it ran up, narrowly avoiding her jaws. The raccoon watched her from a few branches above. Vathmos swore she could hear it laughing between chirps. She tried jumping up the trunk. She got a headstart and tried to run up the trunk. She snarled at the raccoon, as it chirped down at her.

"I'lili kitlili yaowpu."

━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood has no trouble hunting for both himself and Poetking, but that's mainly because he has brute force on his side. He had lots of rippling muscles and very long legs that could catch up to things easily, and as long as his injured legs didn't lock up on his, he could easily pin something down and rip it's throat out before it got a chance to escape. However, he had been venturing out of the territory less and less often since Vathmos had taken a bite out of his previously uninjured leg, since he couldn't put his full weight on it for very long. This meant he had been hunting within the actual swamp more and more often, and he could imagine that would eventually present a problem with all of them splitting up their food. However, he tried not to worry about that too much, since there wasn't much he could do about it right now. He would gladly go hungry for a few days if it meant that some others in the group would get their fill before he went and hopefully found something for himself. Hell, he'd even do that for Vathmos, even with the slight animosity he had been feeling toward her lately.

When he had been on a walk out through the territory to stretch his legs and learn to walk through his injuries again, he hadn't expected to find Vathmos spitting angrily up at a feral raccoon, but it was actually... well, a pretty entertaining sight to behold. He let out a few hearty chuckles as he saw Vathmos snapping angrily up the tree, and he couldn't help but decide to show off a bit. Claws coming out, the lion moved over to one of the sturdy nearby trees and slowly hefted himself up with some effort, ignoring the burn that spread through his back legs at the action of it. As he slowly draped himself over some of the more sturdy branches, he smirked lazily down at Vathmos and rumbled as he eyed the raccoon a few trees over, his tail flicking from side to side beneath him, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"What's wrong Vathmos? Can you not reach the little raccoon fella?"[/glow] He realized he was being a bit dickish, but he was so, so tired right now, and Vathmos was part of the reason that he couldn't even go and see his boyfriend lately, so his feelings of guilt mostly melted away with a lazy roll of his shoulders and another glance over at the snickering raccoon.

[Perseus]

The snarls of Vathmos were unsettling. Perseus had been minding his own business from afar but found himself wandering towards the scene after the hyena's concerning kerfuffle. With his head down and ears perked, he tried to decipher as much as the situation as he could as he walked along. There seemed to not be enough context clues for him to pick out. One thing that was inexcusable was the looming aura of frustration in the still air.

Coming to a stop, the blind German Shepherd found himself at a loss. As he wandered over, he found himself debating whether or not he should intrude or not. Catering to the blind seemed to be a bother. Independence was his best bet. Even so, the warrior was determined to show up and prove himself wrong, especially in the presence of two wise members.

After navigating in silence, Perseus had managed to reach the area. He promptly paused by Wormwood's side. Their words comforted him a little, giving him some insight to the situation. The young male had prompted a realization for the canine. What laid ahead of him was Vathamos in a furious rage. It was not due to some rampant enemy across their territory or a lover's betrayal, but instead a raccoon. Admittedly, he had to stop himself from snickering. Even the sighted couldn't catch those buggers.

He offered a slight dip of his head in greeting first before speaking his own mind. "Well, if it isn't a problem," the canine remarked towards Wormwood, "Why don't you grab the raccoon for Vathamos?" Perseus tilted his head curiously. "I'm sure she would greatly appreciate it." Plus, in his mind, the gracious act would make up for Wormwood's cocky attitude. That was if the lion could catch the raccoon. That was a big 'if.'

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[toboggan]

Unlike the majority of Tanglewood's motley crew, the art of the hunt was not something that the hound regularly found himself dabbling in. As a matter of fact, pursuing raw food was hardly a concern for him. A bountiful amount of tin cans lined the rows of shelves that sat unevenly along his hut's stone walls, each individual metallic canister jam-packed with enough grub to make for a serving - completely erasing the need to catch the next meal in barbaric fashion. His yellowed fangs hadn't sunk themselves into the warm meat of fresh prey since the prior year, and as a consequence, his palette had grown accustomed to the stale fish and musty veggies he ate every night since then. It wasn't that the gleaming passion for the hunt completely erased itself from within him, but rather the fact that Leroy simply lacked the motivation. There wasn't any point in putting himself in a hunter's shoes, not when his valuable time could be spent elsewhere.

So what had driven the freshly-appointed Proxy to committing a few hours of his day to the cause? Perhaps it was the back-and-forthing occurring amidst a few comrades which had drawn his attention towards the thicket? Or, maybe it was one of those spontaneous urges he'd been experiencing lately that'd given him the inspiration to venture into the thicket? Possibly a combination of both queries, even?

Whatever it was, Leroy found himself among three others - Perseus, Vathmos, and Wormwood, and all were caught in quite the curious conundrum. The wolfhound grins whilst they bicker about the small mammal, a lone, sly chuckle arising from his esophagus. "If I may," he impedes, "that 'coon ain't gonna satisfy none of us, even if Mr. Wormwood here managed ta catch the damn thing. Besides, it probably tastes like garbage anyways." Amber hues fall upon the startled mammal, analyzing and making notes on its characteristics. Hell, that trash panda would barely fill his stomach. In a forest ripe with deer and foxes, surely there were better options than a scanty raccoon.

"If ya really wanna catch some food, I could show ya some of the best spots. That is, unless ya lot enjoy arguin' like a buncha tots."

[Vathmos]

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Vathmos' ears laid back as Wormwood got up on the tree, her lips rising in a small snarl. Her fur and her mohawk raised, slight hits of electricity crackling around her. If she could use her power to jump up, perhaps she could snatch the raccoon out of the tree. She turned her attention back to the prey, as it was getting worried with the increasing presence of her clanmates. The raccoon continued chittering, its attention on Wormwood, hackles raised. It started moving between branches, intent on moving to the next tree. "I want that now." The raccoon was closer to her, and it would give her the energy to hunt down bigger prey. Her ears perked up as the others spoke, looking up and following the raccoon with her eyes. "Perseus is right, Worm... Why don't you grab it?"
Vathmos hummed and Leroy's suggestion, tail wagging. "I know, I just want a smaller bite to eat first."

━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Rolling his eyes a bit at Vathmos's words, Worm slowly got up to his paws on the branch he was on, and his tail lashed slowly from side to side as he walked carefully towards the raccoon. The creature eyed him anxiously, chattering with urgency the closer he got, but it was already pretty much too late. He launched himself forward, his wings caging the creature in as he sank his teeth into it, feeling it's spine cracking in half after he put a bit of pressure into his jaws. Once it had gone limp, he spread his wings out and jumped down to the ground, the muddy earth shifting a bit beneath his large paws. Dropping the prey in front of Vathmos, the lion mumbled softly as he shook his head from side to side, his tongue out in disgust, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"That doesn't taste very good, Vathmos. Damn trash pandas don't make good prey, with all the shit that they eat... could have rabies, too. We really don't need a rabid hyena on our hands."[/glow]