Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2023 15:51:22 GMT
The past few days had been sunny - a nice departure from the constant rainfall of the last blink. However, as the afternoon wore on the reminder of the rainy season was becoming more and more apparent. There were no storms, but a consistency of light showers dappled the sky and painted the ground in many dark spots. The pointer, however, could not have cared less for the state of the weather. No, his attention was held elsewhere.
There had already been upwards of three hunts that day since the rise of the sun. Not that any of the canna within the Grair'far clan would have been complaining about such ventures. On the contrary, the rising temperature had driven a few of them into some high chances of overheating. Thus, a break had been had. Some dogs had wandered and found shade, others rested within the confines of the mansion, and a few more went on their own little adventures around the territory to both mark and search out prey of their own. That was the choice made by Mukha'mufar Ahuel'sar.
His tail and ears were up, ever alert for anything out of the ordinary. Or, in the ordinary. A rabbit or a squirrel were ordinary but they sure would make for a fun game of chase - ending in ripping the small, furry lout apart, of course! His tail wagged at the thought. Such was life for the pointer, nothing but a game. The fear of starvation, injury, or death were the farthest things from his mind.
Just then, a sound caught his ear. Lifting his head, he turned his liver muzzle this way and that looking to eye the creature causing the familiar sound. There! Over near the small pond, barely anything more than an oversized puddle. Perhaps it had been formed by a natural divot in the ground and the last month's absurd amount of rainfall? Of course, Mukha'mufar didn't care a lick about ground shapes or formations of water sources. The sole thing on his mind was the creatures that were currently floating atop the water's surface. Remaining low in the tall grasses he had found himself in and stepping quietly, he found a good vantage point to view his target. The soft "quack quack"s filled the air as he focused, straining his body and keeping his muscles tense. Both of his front paws remained on the ground only for a moment before one slowly rose up as he leaned forward. His nose pointing at his target.
He made sure to address them all individually before locking on to one particular bird. "Duck, duck, duck, duck..." he whispered to himself, his voice low as his muzzle moved only centimeters between each potential target. Outside of that minor movement, he was entirely stiff giving the appearance of having become petrified or turned entirely to stone. His only give-away when he remained on the final bird was the flicker of his eyes as they glistened with his apparent excitement.
There had already been upwards of three hunts that day since the rise of the sun. Not that any of the canna within the Grair'far clan would have been complaining about such ventures. On the contrary, the rising temperature had driven a few of them into some high chances of overheating. Thus, a break had been had. Some dogs had wandered and found shade, others rested within the confines of the mansion, and a few more went on their own little adventures around the territory to both mark and search out prey of their own. That was the choice made by Mukha'mufar Ahuel'sar.
His tail and ears were up, ever alert for anything out of the ordinary. Or, in the ordinary. A rabbit or a squirrel were ordinary but they sure would make for a fun game of chase - ending in ripping the small, furry lout apart, of course! His tail wagged at the thought. Such was life for the pointer, nothing but a game. The fear of starvation, injury, or death were the farthest things from his mind.
Just then, a sound caught his ear. Lifting his head, he turned his liver muzzle this way and that looking to eye the creature causing the familiar sound. There! Over near the small pond, barely anything more than an oversized puddle. Perhaps it had been formed by a natural divot in the ground and the last month's absurd amount of rainfall? Of course, Mukha'mufar didn't care a lick about ground shapes or formations of water sources. The sole thing on his mind was the creatures that were currently floating atop the water's surface. Remaining low in the tall grasses he had found himself in and stepping quietly, he found a good vantage point to view his target. The soft "quack quack"s filled the air as he focused, straining his body and keeping his muscles tense. Both of his front paws remained on the ground only for a moment before one slowly rose up as he leaned forward. His nose pointing at his target.
He made sure to address them all individually before locking on to one particular bird. "Duck, duck, duck, duck..." he whispered to himself, his voice low as his muzzle moved only centimeters between each potential target. Outside of that minor movement, he was entirely stiff giving the appearance of having become petrified or turned entirely to stone. His only give-away when he remained on the final bird was the flicker of his eyes as they glistened with his apparent excitement.