Reductio Ad Absurdum (inevitability) wrote in roleplayers,
Reductio Ad Absurdum
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Something that I wish Werewolf players would take into account.

You are moving through the woods. Your mother's line has been here for centuries; you can smell it. All throughout your 100+ mile territory you can catch the scent of your family. Six months ago your brother was here, he was moving with a bitch from a neighboring pack and had just killed a hare. It was summer and he was well fed at the time. You can trace the location of any of your family, the woods are a map for you. Now it is winter, your family is no longer moving in ones and twos. You're moving as a pack, hunting the larger game. The pups have grown and you no longer have to fear them dying of starvation. Though one had to be killed in the autumn when it began to suffer fits. The Alpha pair have relegated their positions now that mating has concluded. Your sister leads the pack now. She's a good hunter and can track better than anyone in the pack. The previous Alpha pair were cruel and domineering, now they trail the pack, eating the remains of the kill. They are omega, outsiders to the pack. Your sister and a new male make up the Alpha pair for the winter. They alone scent mark their paths. Marking once every 2 minutes. To the south you pick up the scent of feces 1 month old, a warning marker. Likely a hunter's trap was placed there that your sister found. The play that the pack engaged in with the pups while they were still infants has been paying off. Allowing them to nip at the ruff of your neck has taught them an important hunting tactic, one that will be needed to take down a moose. Your mother stops and stares into the distance. The remainder of the pack, seemingly acting on some sort of extrasensory cue, begins to look in that direction as well. The Alpha pair being the last to look. Your sister leans her head back and howls, the pack joins in and harmonizes. This gives the impression of far more wolves than there actually are. 3 wolves rapidly become 8 or 9 because of this tactic. The Alpha pair runs towards the scent of prey, the pack fanning out to their flanks. You come across 3 moose. Two are healthy and don't seem to even care that you are there, they know why you are here and back off casually. The third moose is sick, it stands up slowly on shakey legs and tries to face your pack as it's companions leave. It knows why you and your pack are there and feebly tries to stop the alpha pair from making the kill. The 2 remain leave the scene, walking slowly and unintimidated as you begin to feast. Eating about 13-14 pounds of meat in one sitting.

It must be amazing to be a wolf. And it's something that is completely ignored in Werewolf.
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