Post by Santo on Aug 16, 2006 11:32:29 GMT -5
The soft crashing of water echoed inside of the arctic wolf's ears. He was close, the water within his reach. The Arctic's cream colored body really made it hard to hunt for any prey on land, bringing the question, why wasn't the arctic in the north. No one really knew why he had such hate against the Greater North pack, to tell the truth, he really didn't either. Being told lies of that pack by his alpha at a young age, almost made it instinct to hate them. But not that Santo would try to do anything about it, the northern pack wasn't bothering him, so why should he take action. That was his philosophy, if it's not your problem, why get involved?
Soon his gray eyes spotted the sandy beach. Since he had no camouflage in the open areas, fishing was a good option. Coming to the area the wolf's sharp eyes scanned the area quickly, making sure there were no territorial wolves around. Smoothly, light cream paws carried the male across the sand. Once he was to the water, he looked about the water, maybe there were some fish toward the shore. Or not, Santo slowly walked bit by bit into the water, then he coat the movement of a good sized fish. Slowly Santo moved around it, so he was facing the shore. Then he lunged, snapping at the fish, and the the sides of it. The only option for the fish was to swim toward shore. After a bit of snapping and swimming, the fish was a bit stuck in the shallow water. Perfect, just as the male planned. Walking to the stuck fish, Santo snatched it up, and came back to the shore.
Shaking off slightly, his heavy coat swayed back and forth, water dribbling off. Moving to a drier area of the beach, Santo lied down, fish under his front paws. Then his ivory teeth sunk into the meat, pulling a small chunk out and chewing it. Santo carefully look around then back out the the plentiful ocean.
"Grazie oceano, per il pesce" Santo said emotionlessly to himself.
Soon his gray eyes spotted the sandy beach. Since he had no camouflage in the open areas, fishing was a good option. Coming to the area the wolf's sharp eyes scanned the area quickly, making sure there were no territorial wolves around. Smoothly, light cream paws carried the male across the sand. Once he was to the water, he looked about the water, maybe there were some fish toward the shore. Or not, Santo slowly walked bit by bit into the water, then he coat the movement of a good sized fish. Slowly Santo moved around it, so he was facing the shore. Then he lunged, snapping at the fish, and the the sides of it. The only option for the fish was to swim toward shore. After a bit of snapping and swimming, the fish was a bit stuck in the shallow water. Perfect, just as the male planned. Walking to the stuck fish, Santo snatched it up, and came back to the shore.
Shaking off slightly, his heavy coat swayed back and forth, water dribbling off. Moving to a drier area of the beach, Santo lied down, fish under his front paws. Then his ivory teeth sunk into the meat, pulling a small chunk out and chewing it. Santo carefully look around then back out the the plentiful ocean.
"Grazie oceano, per il pesce" Santo said emotionlessly to himself.