Group: Anana Wolf
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Member No.: 9
Joined: 29-March 08
Rowan crouched in the grasses of the large field. He loved hunting in these fields. Just for the excitment of how big the prey can get or not. Seeing a few caribou he fixed himself to pounce. Rowan seemed cat-like the way he crouched. His ears lay back on his skull and his head hung low near his paws. As the caribou ran by he came from his spot with great power. The ground shook as he pushed off the ground to get airborn until he hit the ground again. Stirred at the shake the caribou looked back and when it saw him it ran faster. Rowan took the challenge of the caribou and followed, keeping up with great speed. His mouth hung open and his pink tongue hung out with saliva dripping with great anticipation of the meal. As he got to the side of the caribou he nipped at its thin legs. The caribou turned and Rowan rolled trying to avoid its hooves. He panted as he lay on his back watching the caribou bound off. Growling he stood and shook his fur. Looking around he saw more caribou but decided to just relax for little bit and get more energy. He dropped to his back again and sniffed the grasses that brushed against his maw.