Location is around here.
As he’d made apparent to Icarus, Ross was keen to hunt a spot of big game before winter set in fully. The task might have been better left to those possessing the rank of Hunter, but he only rolled his eyes at the thought. The caches were as much under his jurisdiction as theirs. The nagging feeling that he owed the Vanguard for his recent absence, one that latched onto the back of his mind like an unshakable tick, brought him to spend his morning tracking a herd of elk.
The group of ungulates could be smelt frequently in the labyrinth and surrounding woods. He hadn’t expected them to wander too far beyond the reach of the trees. Today, however, it seemed they were content to move into open territory, perhaps in some last-ditch attempt to scrounge up what grazing they could from beneath the thin layer of snow that had descended upon the land.
He followed them amicably, knowing that to scour these northern plains was part of his agenda, anyway. Two birds with one stone, and all that, right? He told Ick he’d look for Darcian, and he would. Females couldn’t have been that difficult to miss this time of year, anyway.
The Quartermaster’s nostrils flared as he breathed in the odor of the elk, dedicating one sector of his mind to threshing out the scent of the blue-eyed she-wolf, if any trace of her remained in these parts. Dimly his thoughts turned toward the notion that one of his own pack might have trailed him out here, but he didn’t risk placing too much hope in it.
Vanguard or not, he wouldn’t say no to others joining in. Long as they knew he fully intended to bring most of the spoils of the hunt back to his own territory.
Tipping his muzzle to the sky, he released a level, clear howl.
Jun 12, 2018 03:21 PM
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