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Ross Thorn Jill
 

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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Icarus Dusk Madison
 

(i figured since they agreed to go out together, icky will be nearby!)

While Ross headed directly north of the forest, Icarus had taken an easterly route, coming out of the trees closer their northern tip. He doubted it would make much of a difference, but if Darcian had headed toward the northern mountains and then beyond, it was possible he could have come across her trail. He spent that morning roving through the grass and snow, relishing the cold against his paws, breathing in the brisk atmosphere and searching, however fruitlessly, for a hint of his friend.

To no avail.

Again, he didn’t really expect to find much. But it was still disheartening for him to make his way around the tail of the forest, back south-west to where Ross had followed the herds, without so much as an indication that Darcy had been in the area. By the time he heard his friend’s call, he resolved to set the quest aside. Ross must have tracked down the herd and found a good entry point, so if they were going to be successful in their hunt, Icarus knew he had to focus on the task at hand.

Setting off at a decent clip, Icarus headed through the prairie toward him, eyes peeled for sight of his friend up ahead.

(arriving next round)


Jun 12, 2018 05:34 PM — Post #1

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Ross Thorn Jill
 

yay, of course! i’m glad you tossed him in :D
just having ross respond to icky but to anyone else, this is very much aw still~

Settling back into routine after being away from the pack was… nice, in a way Ross hadn’t expected it to be. Mostly, it felt right. The aggression he’d spent the first two years of his life stockpiling had been spent during the course of lengthy talks with his dad, and now, nothing so nerve-wracking was left in its wake.

There were still challenges, of course. He needed to deal with the females of the Vanguard going into heat (yeesh). Ick being morose over his missing flame. The struggle that would be filling the pack’s larders enough to survive the winter as comfortably as possible. But at least he’d been refreshed enough to take them all on.

He tipped forward into a bow, giving his back and forelegs an easy stretch as he awaited a response to his summons. The cold beneath his paws was fresh, enlivening his muscles for the hunt to come.

The first reply came in the form of Icarus’ howl. Truth be told, Ross hadn’t been expecting the Chief’s call to come from such an easterly way. He blinked, mildly impressed by how much ground Icarus had covered from the time when their paths split earlier in the day.

He gave a mighty bark to direct his friend to his location. Perhaps he’d bring news of Darcian when they reunited, but perhaps not. Regardless, they had a hunt to undertake, and Ross was antsy to discuss an approach to it.


Jun 13, 2018 10:52 PM — Post #2

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Kronos Aelius Sabrina
 

Kronos had been out, searching for food when he heard Ross’s call. With the onset of winter, hunting independently was becoming increasingly more difficult, so it was in his best interest to seek the advantage that a group hunt produced. Bringing down something large was more worthwhile to the pack.

He sent up a call of his own and headed toward the sound, itching to get some real hunting done. He felt as though he’d only been bringing in meager offerings to the Vanguard lately.


Jun 14, 2018 04:22 PM — Post #3

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Icarus Dusk Madison
 

Moving at nearly full speed, Icarus’ ears perked to receive not only the sound of Ross’ answering bark, but another howl, familiar in its masculine youth - Kronos. He cocked his head slightly in his direction, but moving as fast as he was, his chest lacked the capacity to breathe and call at the same time. He panted, running briskly until finally he spotted Ross’ dark form smeared among the grass and snow.

Icarus gradually slowed until he had come to a trotting stop next to Ross, his head bowed as he drank in the air, back rising and falling in rapid succession. With a lick to his nose once he caught his breath, he looked up at Ross, and then out in the direction he thought he’d heard Kronos.

“Find anything?” he panted. The question could have been either prey or Darcian; either way, a positive answer would bode well.


Jun 15, 2018 04:21 PM — Post #4

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Ross Thorn Jill
 

The second call that reached his ears wasn’t entirely familiar, but Ross still recognized it as that of a Vanguard wolf. The nuances of the howl sounded youthful, too. He scrolled through a list of names in his head, eventually fixating upon Kronos’. Had to be the bi-eyed yearling.

The Quartermaster hadn’t spoken to him much, but he had no complaints about Kronos joining in. After all, playing nice with a packmate was so much easier than doing so with a stranger. Regardless of if they were friends or not, Kronos’ motivations could at least be trusted.

Ross barked in the younger male’s direction, providing Kronos with the same courtesy he’d shown Icarus…

Who happened to come into view at that moment. The sound of paws thudding against a cold-hardened ground drew Ross’ attention, and he watched as Icarus raced in his direction. The sight was a little amusing. Against the white of the snow, the Chief’s dark chest and face stood out, as if moving independently from the rest of him. He was, like, a single, black, bobbing face, levitating against the backdrop of the wilderness. Ross fought the urge to grin.

The amusement was snuffed by Icarus’ question. Ross didn’t miss the hope in his voice, one which revealed Icarus hoped he might have found a trail of Darcy’s. His brows knitted.

“A herd of elk,” he offered, knowing it made for a poor consolation prize. “They’re a bit farther ahead. Guess we should wait for Kronos before scraping together a plan.”

He paused, unsure of whether or not to return Icarus’ question.

“Anything?” His voice quieted, as though to risk hearing the Chief’s answer was something great and consequential. It sort of was, he supposed.


YAY KRONOS/SABRINA!
@Mads, assuming this might be before the Paige/Esme thread? Ross would be in a different headspace after that thread haha. Lmk if that’s cool!


Jun 15, 2018 10:49 PM — Post #5

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Kronos Aelius Sabrina
 

Kronos was doing his best to join his packmates at a reasonable time, though they were a bit further north than he’d initially suspected. He kicked his speed into a reluctant run and closed the distance between them much faster.

There they were, two specks framed by the barren whiteness of winter. Only Icarus’s dark mask was immediately noticeable; he looked a little like a floating face from this distance.

Kronos flagged his tail in the air, releasing a dutiful boof to his packmates as he continued to lope toward them. He tried to stop in front of them, but ended up slipping ungracefully on the slushy snow and landing face-first at their feet, hindquarters sticking up, tail still arched over his back.

He grumbled something to himself and rose to his feet. He was used to Alaskan winters, crunchy, frozen-solid snow. Not this slushy, mushy snow that made the ground muddy underneath.


Jun 16, 2018 01:13 AM — Post #6

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Icarus Dusk Madison
 

(that works for me!)

A herd of elk. That was all. Icarus wasn’t surprised; he knew the chances were slim, and yet his heart still sank a beat when Darcy was left unmentioned. His eyes traveled out across the prairie, spying their silver companion as Ross suggested waiting for him. The masked boy gave a firm nod.

Then came his question. Icarus shifted his gaze back to Ross, lids drooping slightly. He shook his head. “Nothing.”

It was fine. They were out here to hunt. So they would hunt.

Icarus straightened up as Kronos drew near, only for his muscles to tense as Kronos slipped in the snow during his approach. He observed silently until Kronos pulled himself up, seemingly okay, and then let loose a quiet chuckle as he stepped away to offer the yearling more space. “Ah, excellent technique, Kronos. I give it a nine out of ten,” he quipped, a little duller than usual despite his ever-present impulse for humor.


Jun 19, 2018 09:54 PM — Post #7

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Ross Thorn Jill
 

Nothing, Icarus said. Ross hadn’t been sure of what to expect, but what he did know was that the Chief’s news didn’t surprise him. Perhaps some part of him already knew why they searched: not out of hope for finding Darcian, but for the need to gain a bit of closure.

To say they tried.

He nodded to Icarus, watching him through a tired eye—one that widened a touch at Kronos’ unorthodox entrance.

Ross backpedaled, providing a clear alley for Kronos to land, and barely suppressed an eye roll. This guy. This guy was their Hunter, their backup. And he couldn’t even stop on the snow properly.

Nevermind that, like, Ross had totally slipped on the roots a ton when they’d first moved into the labyrinth.

Icarus, at least, welcomed the yearling with his usual cheery diplomacy. Ross’ expression turned mild after a beat. He dredged his thoughts for something a little more… banter-like, to say in response.

“Not sure if it’ll get us one of those things, though.” He gave a jab with his nose toward the direction in which the elk had gathered. His eye remained on Kronos, thinking the boy should have definitely scented the prey by now. “Wanna help us with a plan?”

His attention shifted between them.

“Running for a long time isn’t really my thing.” Icarus would understand, and Ross could only hope Kronos wouldn’t ask questions. “Any ideas on what we could do instead?”


Jun 19, 2018 11:09 PM — Post #8

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Kronos Aelius Sabrina
 

Kronos had bitten his tongue and scraped his chin up a bit. But, when he heard Icarus’s smart comment, he realized that there was no use in getting angry now, when he’d have an outlet for his frustrations very soon. He actually decided to joke back. “I’d like to know why I didn’t get a ten,” he commented, a glint of humor in his eyes.

But, then it was back to business. Kronos could scent the elk nearby, and when Ross said that he wasn’t a fan on running, he instantly knew what to do. Though, the fact that Ross expected not to run during a hunt was a bit unrealistic.

He cleared his throat, much more serious now. “I have an idea, actually.” He paused to check that the others—or, at least one of them—was paying attention to him, since he wasn’t fond of speaking up. He’d rather only say it once. “Back when I met Epidemic the first time, we went hunting. As far as strengths go, we’re both more bulk and less speed, so giving chase when we were both less-experienced wasn’t an option.”

“What we did was, Epidemic chased the deer toward me, and I grabbed it and slowed it until she caught back up. It worked really well. Maybe Icarus or I, whoever’s fastest, could give chase and try to break off an individual from the herd. Then, Ross and whoever else could be waiting somewhere, a good distance apart. The chaser would direct the elk to the spot covered by the other two of us, who would try to grab and slow down the prey.”

There were a few challenges, though. Kronos had never used this strategy on something so large. He was hoping that two individuals could properly slow an elk down enough so that Ross wouldn’t have to do much running. And, having a lone individual trying to separate an elk from the herd might be tricky. When he and Epidemic had done this, the deer was alone.

Oh, well. He was open to suggestions.


Jun 19, 2018 11:43 PM — Post #9

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Icarus Dusk Madison
 

Kronos was quick to hit back with an equally as humored comment. Icarus grinned, tempted to come up with a completely bullshit reason for deducting one point off of his terrific entrance, but the conversation too quickly moved back into focus.

He nodded, looking between his friends, and perked his ears at Kronos’ suggestion. It was similar to when he had walked in on Kronos chasing down a deer, although admittedly, most of it was Kronos’ work. Icarus’ tail flipped with delight just thinking of where to place himself in the grand scheme of things.

“I could chase the herd and direct one of them toward you two,” he suggested, then leaned back on his haunches and stretched out one of his forelimbs. “I’m all legs, anyway.”

A good run would do him well.


Jun 19, 2018 11:49 PM — Post #10

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Ross Thorn Jill
 

What Kronos lacked in decorum (like Ross ever had any of that), he made up for in his smarts. Ross expected their plan to involve stealth and an ambush of some sort, but he’d hunted big game frequently with neither of his companions. His understanding of their respective strengths and weaknesses was utterly lacking, which made scheming no different than trying to sprint without any legs.

Kronos proposed a decent solution. Icarus was quick to volunteer as their main chaser, too.

Ross grinned at them both, a gesture which better resembled a snarl, and gave his tail a satisfied flick.

“I’m down. No complaints here.”

Shifting atop his paws, he took a few steps in the herd’s direction. His nose was lifted to probe the air, to ensure that the group of ungulates hadn’t migrated very far while he and the others convened. Nope—they appeared to have remained stationary.

Maybe they’d found a decent patch of half-dead grass to munch on. It’d be the last time for one of them.

“I tracked ‘em going thattaway.” He thrust his nose in the herd’s direction and turned to Icarus. “Guess we’ll leave it to you, Chief, and get into position.”

Ross trained his eye on the younger male, expecting them both to begin heading down a circumferential path around the herd.


Jun 20, 2018 06:16 PM — Post #11

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Kronos Aelius Sabrina
 

Kronos had been planning for Icarus to be the main chaser. Given his experience with Epidemic, the stocky silver male was a better grabber, better at watching and waiting and timing everything correctly. It made sense—he was more of a strategist.

Ross, er, grinned? at them while stating that he was in agreement with the plan. Good, everyone was whole-heartedly on board, then. That’s what a hunt like this would need.

Kronos glanced in the direction that Ross had pointed, then shifted his gaze back to the both of them. “So, Ross and I will go that way and get into position. If you could, Icarus, making lots of noise would help us detect your approach.” It was a good motivator to keep the prey afraid and unthinking, too.


Jun 20, 2018 10:55 PM — Post #12

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Icarus Dusk Madison
 

Icarus countered Ross’ snarl-grin with a toothy smirk of his own, quick to rise back to his feet with enthusiasm for their plan. It felt like it had been too long since he was able to sink his teeth into the heft of larger prey. Rabbits, voles, squirrels and even small birds had comprised the majority of his catches lately, and the more he thought about it, the more he itched to have a good chase. Maybe it was his eagerness to put thoughts of Darcy behind him, the tantalizing reward of a successful hunt taking their place.

He listened to Ross and Kronos both, nodding at their recommendations. “You got it,” Icarus confirmed, stalking a few paces to the side to scan the meadow for the herd. Icarus peered back at his friends for a moment, waiting to see them take off. Once they did, he would prowl further until he got a visual on the herd.


Jun 21, 2018 10:20 AM — Post #13

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Ross Thorn Jill
 

He could feel it—the burn of excitement beneath his skin, rioting like wildfire inside his veins. Kronos and Icarus were undoubtedly of the same mind. All of them, fired up and ready for the chase.

Ross took a step away, keeping Kronos in his peripherals as the stocky male gave Icarus a final piece of advice. The Chief accepted, and was quick to step away in the next moment.

As he padded along the frozen ground, Ross kept his gaze fixed on the barren landscape ahead. The ground beneath his feet seemed to stretch on endlessly. Walking across a prairie was so unlike navigating a forest, where the undergrowth seemed to approach and then pass him to let him know he was making forward progress. Perhaps unconsciously, he pressed his limbs into a quicker gait.

“Kronos.”

A sidelong glance was given to the bi-eyed yearling.

“I think you should take a position a little ways down from mine. I’ll try to slow the target Ick chooses best I can. But if it somehow gets past me, you’ll be our best chance at stoppin’ it for sure.”

Was that a sort of indirect compliment? Don’t ask Ross.


Jun 21, 2018 11:02 PM — Post #14

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Kronos Aelius Sabrina
 

Kronos didn’t get too excited about things. He hunted plenty of times, though large group hunts were few and far between. Had he known a hunt would be called, he might’ve felt some excitement at being able to help with the plan, which he always enjoyed. He knew the rush would come during the hunt itself, when the first tangy drop of blood fell upon his tongue.

He kept up well with Ross, who was moving rather quickly for someone who’d said he didn’t want to run.

Kronos.

He pivoted his head to look at the male, listening to his plan. Kronos didn’t have much experience with Ross, though his general impression was that he was surly and kept to himself. His comment on Kronos’s hunting skills came as a pleasant surprise.

“Sounds good,” he agreed, offering his present hunting partner a small smile.

He waited a bit while they walked before slowing. “You think here would be good?”

If they got much further, they might have to worry about alerting the herd.


Jun 21, 2018 11:47 PM — Post #15

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