Post by nealnotdom on Nov 19, 2010 2:47:35 GMT 10
Title: Hunting?
Rating: G
Summary: Even Wyldon needs a quiet moment.
A/N: The ending sort of died on me. But I think it turned out alright.
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The howls alerted him. They had found something. Forcing his way through the dried bushes that heralded summer’s onset, he found himself in a small pocket of space amongst the trees. His hounds, three of the finest he had raised, were circling a sack that lay on the ground, writhing frantically. Even as he entered, Seek, mud brown coat glistening with sweat, lunged for whatever poor creature was trapped inside.
“Heel,” he barked and the trio of dogs immediately rushed to his side.
Carefully he knelt and lifted the sack from the ground, loosening the ties that held it closed. A frantic rabbit instantly tried to force its way out, only to have him clamp his hands around its middle. Running a hand down the trembling creature’s back, he felt the world of difference between the soft grey-brown fur and his battle-hardened hands. And that was how he spent the next few hours, seated at the base of a tree, stroking the rabbit until the trembling ceased and it sat quietly in his hands. Around him, his hounds napped and chased butterflies.
A smile crossed his face as he released the rabbit, watching it pelt back into the bushes. Vievenne would doubtless scold him for wasting time on futile hunting, Margarry would stare in shock, unable to believe the famed hounds of Cavall had failed. And Jesslaw? Well, who really knew what that hellion would say? All Wyldon knew was that he would not have given this afternoon for all the game in the forest.
Rating: G
Summary: Even Wyldon needs a quiet moment.
A/N: The ending sort of died on me. But I think it turned out alright.
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The howls alerted him. They had found something. Forcing his way through the dried bushes that heralded summer’s onset, he found himself in a small pocket of space amongst the trees. His hounds, three of the finest he had raised, were circling a sack that lay on the ground, writhing frantically. Even as he entered, Seek, mud brown coat glistening with sweat, lunged for whatever poor creature was trapped inside.
“Heel,” he barked and the trio of dogs immediately rushed to his side.
Carefully he knelt and lifted the sack from the ground, loosening the ties that held it closed. A frantic rabbit instantly tried to force its way out, only to have him clamp his hands around its middle. Running a hand down the trembling creature’s back, he felt the world of difference between the soft grey-brown fur and his battle-hardened hands. And that was how he spent the next few hours, seated at the base of a tree, stroking the rabbit until the trembling ceased and it sat quietly in his hands. Around him, his hounds napped and chased butterflies.
A smile crossed his face as he released the rabbit, watching it pelt back into the bushes. Vievenne would doubtless scold him for wasting time on futile hunting, Margarry would stare in shock, unable to believe the famed hounds of Cavall had failed. And Jesslaw? Well, who really knew what that hellion would say? All Wyldon knew was that he would not have given this afternoon for all the game in the forest.