Mouse, Nyx and Logan
Mouse got up from her bed and padded silently out of the dormroom, Fafnir close behind her. She wasn't wearing shoes, just long jeans and a black sports bra. And holding her knife. She was going hunting tonight. She knocked on Logan and Nyx's door. "Ya ready, Nyx?"
"Very much so. C'mon Wolverine." Nyx opened the door and they both stalked out. Nyx was in cat form, but larger then usual, nearly as large as Fafnir so she could hunt properly. Logan stretched, barefooted and clad much the same as Mouse.
"We're going after deer."
"Yeah, figured as much."
So, let's go. The four quietly slipped out of the mansion and headed into the dark woods. Soon they'd located the small herd of deer.
Just one, Faf.
As you say, Pack. Mouse went deep into Fafnir's mind, locking out the emotions of the deer. Soon, all they were was prey. Shining in the dim moonlight, pulsing with blood and life. She gripped the handle of the knife, and the two wolves split up. Logan waited, smiling slightly. This girl was a predator, he could see it in the way she moved. The two of them had done this before. Nyx's tail lashed, and then she climbed up a tree to drop on whatever came down the slightly narrowing trail. Logan settled himself at the end, claws sliding out with a quiet 'schnick'. He waited.
The deer moved uneasily. Pack watched, then one of the Pack moved to the left and into the air current sending her scent down to the waiting Prey. One of the deer stamped its hoof. And then she howled. They bunched together, eyes wide and white in the shadowy light. She yipped. The stag of the herd tossed his head. She grinned ferally. Other Pack moved slightly, and she warned him to stand down. She'd drive the deer towards him. She deliberately stepped on a twig. It sounded like a gunshot in the quiet forest. The deer bolted. She followed.
Fafnir leapt at the throat of a hind as she rushed past him, locking his teeth around her throat and dragging her down. She bleated in pain and then Mouse was on her, hamstringing her back legs. The deer bawled in terror and the herd ran faster to get away from the scent of blood. Nyx dropped onto one from her tree and the herd panicked, scattering in all directions. Wolverine sprang at another with a roar and then the deer were gone. He sliced through the deer's throat effortlesly and it dropped at his feet. He panted hard for a moment, the blood calling him to enter his feral state but with a shudder he restrained it.
Mouse snarled at Fafnir over the body of their kill. MINE!
Yours. Fafnir retreated, knowing full well his place in the Pack. She was alpha. He was beta. Mouse growled once more then licked at her blood covered fingers, sighing in enjoyment as she tasted the salty blood. She slit the deer open, cleaning it out, ignoring the fleas and ticks that were even now deserting the cooling body of their host. Then she gestured Fafnir over.
Eat them. The wolf tore into the viscera with glee, enjoying the warm meat from the fresh kill. Wolverine was carefully cleaning the deer he had killed and nodded in approval as he saw Mouse doing the same. Nyx was ravenously tearing into the body of her kill. She was hungry, dammit, and mice only went so far. She worried her teeth into the deer's flank, shearing off great bites of meat and gulping them down. Mouse cut into the liver of the deer she'd brought down with Fafnir's help and started to eat the strips she sliced off, occasionally throwing one into Fafnir's waiting jaws.
"Good hunt, non?" She said suddenly.
"Yeah, you done good, kid." Logan shouldered his deer onto his shoulders and then set off towards the mansion. They could have some fresh meat for a few days...he'd hang it and Fafnir, Sabre and Nyx wouldn't have to worry about hunting for a while. He'd do the same with whatever Nyx and Fafnir left from theirs...besides, he'd always been partial to a bit of venison. Mouse yawned, tired from all the running and coming down from her adrenaline high. Nyx shifted upwards and stalked over to her, clad only in blood.
"Enjoy yourself, cat?"
"Ooh, yeah. I was hungry for a hunt. This was good. I knew these deer were out here, and I've been wanting a hunt for a very long time. Mice just ain't quite the same. Sabre'll be pissed we went without him though." Nyx grinned, body thrumming with the pleasure of the kill.
"Good stress reliever."
"Only thing better is getting laid."
"Wouldn't know."
"Just teasing, sweetie, just teasing." Nyx settled down next to Mouse and casually licked her fingers with her rough tongue. "You regret coming up?"
"Nah. This has been fun..." She stared out into the darkness.
"Good. We go see Sabre and Dru in the city tomorrow, maybe?"
"Whatever. I don't know if I'll want to get out of bed though." Mouse stretched, and winced. "I think I pulled something. And the deer kicked me in the side. I think. Definetly a big bruise."
"But that's half the fun, no?"
"Yeah." Mouse grinned at the cat, and then Logan came back.
"I'll finish up here," he told the two women. "You two can go clean up."
"Mmm. I think I stay here. You be fine to get back on your own, love?" Nyx nuzzled Mouse's neck with affection.
"Oui, je pense. See ya tomorrow." Mouse headed up, aching, blood covered and sore, but happy. Fafnir licked his chops as he padded after her.
Good hunt, eh?
Very good hunt. She showered, threw her clothes into the laundry basket and then went into the dorm quietly. She slipped back into her bed and fell asleep almost instantly. Fafnir curled up at her feet and joined her in dreaming.