2nd of Spring, 516AV
Bells past when she would have normally found at least some prey, Ixzo remained without any results for her hunting. The lioness decided to start by tracking a pack of wild dogs, hoping they would lead her to fertile hunting grounds, but only met them at their kill sight. Not wanting to engage, she had to skirt much further around her preferable hunting grounds than she would have liked.
Even after that, the night had yielded poor results. Having decided not to go with her bow, Ixzo was prowling through the grasses alone the northern end of where Endrykas currently stayed. Aggravation kept her weariness at bay. She was a good hour away from the city now, enjoying the cover the tall grasses and hills provided, but there was only so much she could do. Hunting rabbits in this form was near impossible, no one would want them anyway. Birds were getting easier, but she had just given the Allegiance three quails the day before.
The wind picked up, carrying her scent to the east, and telling her of the gazelle to the west. Slowing, Ixzo considered it. The hills obscured her view of the tantalizing scent, although she knew they were there. For her, Gazelle were not a particularly challenging hunt. She had bagged one early in the season, although the lioness tried not to give such dirty kills. She preferred her bow for the faster animals. Abandoning the thought, Ixzo kept walking. In the bright moonlight of the night, she noticed when she passed under the tree. She likely would have noticed anyway, since they were exceedingly rare in the plains.
Without hesitating, Ixzo turned towards the long tree, balancing back on her hind legs briefly, Ixzo fell forward onto the bark. With the most satisfying sensation, she climbed up the tree slightly with her front claws. Then, with immense strength, but seemingly leisure, Ixzo dragged her large paws down the side of the tree. The pull on her claws felt wonderful and the marks she left on the tree, heavy with the scent of her paws, was satisfying.
Once she was done, Ixzo turned back, giving herself a few yards. Turning back around, kthe lioness bounded forward with the lithe power of the hunt. But instead of prey under her weight, she dug her claws into the tree, using momentum to hoist herself up to the first branch. She felt the momentum leave her, but just in time to swipe an arm out, hooking it over the thick branches of the tree. Using her hold, Ixzo pulled herself upright, repositioning to lie on the tree. She had been hunting all night and caught nothing. Any energy she had was nearly zapped and she still had hours before sunrise. The idea of snoozing in the tree was incredibly tempting, even if she never slept at this time.
Bells past when she would have normally found at least some prey, Ixzo remained without any results for her hunting. The lioness decided to start by tracking a pack of wild dogs, hoping they would lead her to fertile hunting grounds, but only met them at their kill sight. Not wanting to engage, she had to skirt much further around her preferable hunting grounds than she would have liked.
Even after that, the night had yielded poor results. Having decided not to go with her bow, Ixzo was prowling through the grasses alone the northern end of where Endrykas currently stayed. Aggravation kept her weariness at bay. She was a good hour away from the city now, enjoying the cover the tall grasses and hills provided, but there was only so much she could do. Hunting rabbits in this form was near impossible, no one would want them anyway. Birds were getting easier, but she had just given the Allegiance three quails the day before.
The wind picked up, carrying her scent to the east, and telling her of the gazelle to the west. Slowing, Ixzo considered it. The hills obscured her view of the tantalizing scent, although she knew they were there. For her, Gazelle were not a particularly challenging hunt. She had bagged one early in the season, although the lioness tried not to give such dirty kills. She preferred her bow for the faster animals. Abandoning the thought, Ixzo kept walking. In the bright moonlight of the night, she noticed when she passed under the tree. She likely would have noticed anyway, since they were exceedingly rare in the plains.
Without hesitating, Ixzo turned towards the long tree, balancing back on her hind legs briefly, Ixzo fell forward onto the bark. With the most satisfying sensation, she climbed up the tree slightly with her front claws. Then, with immense strength, but seemingly leisure, Ixzo dragged her large paws down the side of the tree. The pull on her claws felt wonderful and the marks she left on the tree, heavy with the scent of her paws, was satisfying.
Once she was done, Ixzo turned back, giving herself a few yards. Turning back around, kthe lioness bounded forward with the lithe power of the hunt. But instead of prey under her weight, she dug her claws into the tree, using momentum to hoist herself up to the first branch. She felt the momentum leave her, but just in time to swipe an arm out, hooking it over the thick branches of the tree. Using her hold, Ixzo pulled herself upright, repositioning to lie on the tree. She had been hunting all night and caught nothing. Any energy she had was nearly zapped and she still had hours before sunrise. The idea of snoozing in the tree was incredibly tempting, even if she never slept at this time.
