There is something to be said for hunting. It's hard to say exactly what feels so good about it, maybe it's the fact that you're taking your entire life into your own hands, or maybe it's to do with the fact that you're out there, alone, against the wild. Your survival is in your hands, there's no other way to look at it. If you win, you stay alive. If you don't... well, then you don't. It's not exactly rocket science, and that was exactly what brought Zander to the field of the Western Front on this early spring day.
There were still some traces of winter in the air, a fine chill in the air that seemed to have a way of freezing the blood of everyone who walked through it, like they were becoming little more than the ice that could be found in occasional little scraps under the shade of trees that had managed to save them from the worst of the early spring heat. This kind of temperature wasn't something that Zander was unused to; working down the mines, you had to get used to extremes of temperature or you would become a corpse just leaning against the wall.
Unfortunately, whilst he was used to it, it wasn't the kind of temperature he actually liked, which was less than he could say about the white wolf. The wolves of this area seemed to revel in the cold, maybe it was their white coat that kept them camouflaged, or maybe it was something to do with the fact that they were brought up in the cold mountains of the south. Thankfully, this new temperature made it easier for him to track their paw-prints in the snow, and there seemed to be at least three of these things. There were twelve sets of paw-prints, and with four prints on each animal, it wasn't exactly hard to see that there was three of them.
This actually turned out to be absolutely unnecessary, as a howl very like his own was bellowed across the area, something that would have chilled most people to the absolute core. This was the howl of something that had discovered its dinner, and considering the fact that it was quickly joined by two others, even if they were a little bit further away, it showed that he was discovered. Well, bugger.
The first wolf showed up above him, charging down at him with its flashing fangs baring at him like some sort of horrific carnival mask of pure anger. A lesser man would have freaked out, but having done work like this with actual humans for the last few years, Zander was not a normal person. The moment it came into arm's reach, a single foot slammed into his face, the sound of shattering skull bursting out of the over-ripe melon of a head as it flew across the air, settling finally upon the ground a few meters away from him. Well, that was one.
500 / 500 Mission Done x 1
There were still some traces of winter in the air, a fine chill in the air that seemed to have a way of freezing the blood of everyone who walked through it, like they were becoming little more than the ice that could be found in occasional little scraps under the shade of trees that had managed to save them from the worst of the early spring heat. This kind of temperature wasn't something that Zander was unused to; working down the mines, you had to get used to extremes of temperature or you would become a corpse just leaning against the wall.
Unfortunately, whilst he was used to it, it wasn't the kind of temperature he actually liked, which was less than he could say about the white wolf. The wolves of this area seemed to revel in the cold, maybe it was their white coat that kept them camouflaged, or maybe it was something to do with the fact that they were brought up in the cold mountains of the south. Thankfully, this new temperature made it easier for him to track their paw-prints in the snow, and there seemed to be at least three of these things. There were twelve sets of paw-prints, and with four prints on each animal, it wasn't exactly hard to see that there was three of them.
This actually turned out to be absolutely unnecessary, as a howl very like his own was bellowed across the area, something that would have chilled most people to the absolute core. This was the howl of something that had discovered its dinner, and considering the fact that it was quickly joined by two others, even if they were a little bit further away, it showed that he was discovered. Well, bugger.
The first wolf showed up above him, charging down at him with its flashing fangs baring at him like some sort of horrific carnival mask of pure anger. A lesser man would have freaked out, but having done work like this with actual humans for the last few years, Zander was not a normal person. The moment it came into arm's reach, a single foot slammed into his face, the sound of shattering skull bursting out of the over-ripe melon of a head as it flew across the air, settling finally upon the ground a few meters away from him. Well, that was one.
500 / 500 Mission Done x 1