Post by aero on Jan 9, 2011 22:04:00 GMT -5
The slowly rippling reflection of a very solemn looking wolf was occasionally ruined by a brief splash from the waters below. Renoir had set up an odd contraption with lake pebbles, stones and rocks from the shore in an odd half circle contraption almost fully submerged in the shallows of the lake. The male watched with intense concentration to catch movement swimming beneath the surface and occasionally shot a paw into the water in response to something catching his eye. There was always something exotic about the taste of fish, and Renoir wasn’t one to let the knowledge that it took an immense amount of skill and patience to catch one of those skittish creatures to stop him from a good meal.
In response Renoir had concocted the idea that instead of catching dinner from the depths of the pond he’d decrease the level of difficulty by attempting to catch them within a smaller area, however in order to do that he would have to get the little fishies inside his wolf-made trap.
With a most un-amused growl Renoir lashed his tail behind his haunches as he sat, barely balanced at the edge of the lake shore with one paw raised at all times. The wolf had been sitting there since early morning, and it was already late afternoon. Albeit it was a calm rest day, he still had duties to attend to as Beta of the Leikl, however for once Renoir was so distracted by the thoughts of having a meal of the small skittish ones that he had spent his whole day building his contraption and then attempting to herd his little friends into it.
He comforted himself slightly over the distant voice in his head yelling and ringing the alarm that he had more important things he needed to attend to with the notion that he would be able to share his bounty with the pack….once he got them that is.
In response Renoir had concocted the idea that instead of catching dinner from the depths of the pond he’d decrease the level of difficulty by attempting to catch them within a smaller area, however in order to do that he would have to get the little fishies inside his wolf-made trap.
With a most un-amused growl Renoir lashed his tail behind his haunches as he sat, barely balanced at the edge of the lake shore with one paw raised at all times. The wolf had been sitting there since early morning, and it was already late afternoon. Albeit it was a calm rest day, he still had duties to attend to as Beta of the Leikl, however for once Renoir was so distracted by the thoughts of having a meal of the small skittish ones that he had spent his whole day building his contraption and then attempting to herd his little friends into it.
He comforted himself slightly over the distant voice in his head yelling and ringing the alarm that he had more important things he needed to attend to with the notion that he would be able to share his bounty with the pack….once he got them that is.