[Rohan]

Life was, well, fine he guessed, but that didn't mean it couldn't better. Ever the perfectionist, Rohan just wished he could simply turn back the clock to when he'd actually been happy, rather than merely enduring, as it were. He was, however, intelligent enough to realize the folly in such an idea, and had often time tried to push the notion away, aside into the back of his mind where the gloom was too thick to see much at all. It hadn't really worked, however, given the fact the thought kept crawling back to the surface at the most inopportune of times, frankly.

He'd just managed to botch up a hunt because near the crucial moment to strike, his mind had surprised him with a plethora of 'what ifs' and 'you could haves' that had made him lose his mark; the deer had pranced away, knowing the wolf had tired himself out for a while at least. As such, the aging canine had laid himself down upon an outcrop, to watch he herd bellow, just up down wind and hidden enough that they would not see him. At least this way, he'd see where they were heading and he could ask that dark one, Fenrir, to come with to hunt later tonight. Either that, or the loud, aggressive one; Rohan was much more comfortable with the other male than he was with the rather loud timber wolf bitch - he was unaware what her issues were, but had promptly realized that staying out of Andraste's way tended to save him a few hours worth of headache induced pain.

The other females were... odd.

There was the quiet, shy one - lovely sweetheart that she was. Bit of a wall flower, but Rohan recognized the spark of intelligence in her eyes. Perhaps she'd still outgrow that terrible shrinking violet habit of hers, for she was rather young.

Then there was the cougar. He wanted to wave that one away as 'annoyance' but given he'd found himself smirking when she couldn't quite see, he figured the jury was still out on that one. Not a good hunting partner though, as he'd found. Girl couldn't concentrate to save her life, and the direwolf was honestly surprised she'd managed to survive as long as she had, but the Gods worked in mysterious ways, as his mother had often claimed.

The sun would soon set though, and the deer were begining to move from the fields, but he was still exhausted from the failed hunt, "I guess we'll go hungry today," he murmured. Unless Fenrir had struck out on his own, they'd just have to deal for the night.

[LadyPipen]

To say she lacked focus was an understatement. 

Andraste, volatile slave driver that she was, had everyone out hunting- everyone but Leslie. That included Shale- unfortunately for near about everyone involved, though she was more than happy to slink off where the angry wolf couldn't snap at her, Shale was never one for following orders. She'd slink off for the day on her own adventure- maybe she actually would attempt a hunt.... Then again, most likely not. She was no more one for hunting than she was one for orders, and as luck would have it, the males of the tiny not-quite-family unit were rather good at what they did.

Better than her, anyway, and by anyone's count... That was good, circumstances together. It was keeping them alive and relatively well-fed so who could complain? Not Shale, if any.

Instead of hunting, she slunk through the new forest they had wandered into, simply exploring- she could pass it off at recon, later- Recon was important! Wouldn't want to stumble upon any other unsuspecting predators, after all- everyone started looking tasty, when one was hungry enough. Besides, there was a very pretty blue butterfly that simply demanded to be followed- and who was she to deny a butterfly their wishes?

Thus, the day passed in a similarly productive fashion, until late into the afternoon- as luck would have it, there was another predator in these woods- but not a very hungry one. Or a very careful one- a half-eaten doe was still a doe. Unwilling to return too early- Andraste would have her ears if she didn't venture back out again, she was certain of it- Shale had hauled the carcass into a tree, high above any other scavengers' claws while she dozed peacefully in the boughs of an old oak.

And there she stayed, blissfully unaware of the world until her ear twitched at the unmistakable sound of rotting flesh tearing under its own weight. Blinking, she peered down just in time to see the scrap fall with a wet splat on none other than Rohan the grump's grey muzzle, illiciting an immediate roar of laughter from Shale, "Oh, you just got the whole world falling at your paws, don't'cha, hot stuff? Do you even need to hunt at all with this kinda charm?" She purred, rolling onto her back and allowing the front half of her body to dangle from the tree, stretching large paws down to bat for the poor wolf's nose.

(OOC: I forgot to make Shale an account, next post will be her own account!)