The lost treck of Kiaki

Bhaal had risen up. A large wave of dust and sand rolled of his black pelt. It was his favourite hiding technique. He lifted his body from the shallow den he had dug to sleep through the night. The last months most of his fur had fall of in packs, as it was adapting towards the hot climate. Bhaal didn't cared for the heat though. It where the chilly nights he hated. They reminded him too much of home. Home and an dark past. Then he smelled something familiar. Over the stench of the dead hare he had been eating, he could almost taste the familair tang of an other wolf.

He turned. Indeed, if he looked very closely, he could judt make out a dot on the horizon. He was overjoyed, it had been weeks since he had last seen another of his species. Poor Ichmael... He had tasted nice by the way. He stretched his back, shook off the last of the dust and sand and started walking towards the distant spot. To herald his coming, he let out a deep, mournfull howl, one that chilled to the bone.

(Ooc: grrr the pic is abit big, ill need to resize that.)

(Ooc: MEEP! Kiaki can't be in two places at once! I forgot about this post and also posted in Hamara! Wait wait... I can fix this...)

A howl struck out through the air like an arrow and Kiaki stopped in her tracks. A moving silhouette shimmered in the heat waves and the scent of another wolf struck her nose. Shivers danced up and down her spine causing her fur to stand on end as though in fright. She dared not to move further, and again, she whimpered.

Although fear struck her for the first time in a while, Kiaki panted with excitement. It had been so long since coming across another canid, and another of her kind was just what she needed. Although introverted, Kiaki was sociable, and being away from her family drove her to near tears. Perhaps this wolf could offer her something. Perhaps it knew where to find water, shelter, or a meal. Yet Kiaki remained cautious. She had not eaten in quite some time and was in no position to fight.

Bhaal smirked, her story reminding him of his own past. But enough of the past for now, it was time to hunt. "We should go look out for food now, but it's getting to hot, so I suppose we better take shelter until tonight." He walked over to some scrubbs and swept them aside with his paws, uncovering a narrow but deep passage. "It leads to a quite big den in the cool earth, I made it myself" he said, a bit proud. "If you want you can stay here, I will go fetch a dead hare I hid yesterday."

Then he turned and started running towards the point he had came from. With every stride quickening his pace, it would soon be hot, and then he wanted to be inside the cool den. He had made many like-wise dens, but this particular one he was fond off. Sometime, ground-water ran in, so you even didn't had to leave the den. The inside however, was covered with gnawed off bones and dust. Bhaal wasn't much of a cleaner. He thought Kiaki wouldn't mind.

(Ooc: yes, he is quite impulsive.)

Bhaal returned her glance, and felt a little... funny. He quickly pressed back that feeling, he wanted to stay sharp for the killing ahead. "I think I had seen some mule deer over at another drinking place, if were lucky, we might even catch one." He said to her. He bent back forward for a last gulp of water, and then turned back towards Kiaki. She was way smaller than him, and he didn't knew if she was a good hunter.

He was already devising a plan, however, to get their paws on delicious deer meat. They could sneak on them from two directions, and Kiaki could drive one if them to Bhaal, who then could go for it's throat. The mere thought of making a proper kill again, was almost good enough to make him salivate. He would kill tonight. Kill.