Cheetah in the Grasslands(Discontinued)
Jan 22, 2018 23:34:31 GMT -5
Post by Blood on Jan 22, 2018 23:34:31 GMT -5
Gale;
His grip in the Boars leg was strong enough to keep him dragging at the side and slowing the beast down, but it’s struggling to break free was not wimpy. Gale could feel his hold slipping, but his fangs were also dragging over the tough flesh of the pig, abviously causing a good amount of pain. The weight of his body was definitely doing the trick and slowing down the boar, but Gale wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle getting kicked around. There had to be a better solution, and giving up the hunt would never be an option. There were three of them, how could they loose to one pig. Gale was positive about their ability in taking down a full grown male boar, even if it seemed a little exasperated and gutsy.
Gale’s mind was trying to focus on a feasible solution while his thoughts were being tossed around in his head by the jerking actions of the boar. Nothing seemed to be coming too him, until he saw a flash of orange in the side of his blurred vision. Was that the spotted stranger that had joined the hunt, could she be running towards the side of the boar to body slam it? Gale wasn’t even sure if that’s exactly what he saw, but he grabbed the idea, thankful for something to work with. If they were able to knock the wild pig off balance, then maybe they would have a chance to get to it’s soft spots and deal some better damage. Gale was already doing the trick of weighing the beast down, but if his assumption of the orange wolf running at its side was accurate, then he would want to add to the force of knocking it over. However, he was in a bad position to help add pushing force, but he could maybe help with a little trip.
The blonde he-wolf had thought too long on his plan, for suddenly a great mas had struck him and the boar and the force of it had made him let go of his hold on the pig. The plan might have worked out after all, because just before he had lost his grip, he managed to throw a bit of his own body mass in front of the boar’s legs in an attempt to make the prey stumble. He hadn’t taken into consideration the failur of his actions, but that wasn’t of concern at that moment.
His grip in the Boars leg was strong enough to keep him dragging at the side and slowing the beast down, but it’s struggling to break free was not wimpy. Gale could feel his hold slipping, but his fangs were also dragging over the tough flesh of the pig, abviously causing a good amount of pain. The weight of his body was definitely doing the trick and slowing down the boar, but Gale wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle getting kicked around. There had to be a better solution, and giving up the hunt would never be an option. There were three of them, how could they loose to one pig. Gale was positive about their ability in taking down a full grown male boar, even if it seemed a little exasperated and gutsy.
Gale’s mind was trying to focus on a feasible solution while his thoughts were being tossed around in his head by the jerking actions of the boar. Nothing seemed to be coming too him, until he saw a flash of orange in the side of his blurred vision. Was that the spotted stranger that had joined the hunt, could she be running towards the side of the boar to body slam it? Gale wasn’t even sure if that’s exactly what he saw, but he grabbed the idea, thankful for something to work with. If they were able to knock the wild pig off balance, then maybe they would have a chance to get to it’s soft spots and deal some better damage. Gale was already doing the trick of weighing the beast down, but if his assumption of the orange wolf running at its side was accurate, then he would want to add to the force of knocking it over. However, he was in a bad position to help add pushing force, but he could maybe help with a little trip.
The blonde he-wolf had thought too long on his plan, for suddenly a great mas had struck him and the boar and the force of it had made him let go of his hold on the pig. The plan might have worked out after all, because just before he had lost his grip, he managed to throw a bit of his own body mass in front of the boar’s legs in an attempt to make the prey stumble. He hadn’t taken into consideration the failur of his actions, but that wasn’t of concern at that moment.