Lubrusca General Hunting Territory

It seemed that most were in agreeance with her plan, it being solid and holding the foundation for a good hunt, although it was a simple plan. There was nothing better than a simple and original hunting plan. Sitka watched as the two wolves she named walked off to scout, and she looked over to Baron. A small, mischievous smile was planted on her the moment the thought came into her head. Once the hunt would start, Dante and Parker were distracting the buck, and she was up and running, spraying snow in the direction of Baron, who was more than likely covered with it now. She gave a small laugh before heading after one of the does that had been pointed out.

Her muscles worked overtime to pick up the pace in the snow, as she listened intently to what Dante and Parker were doing with the buck. She hoped that they would stay safe. She didn’t want them to injure themselves on the accord of a good hunt. Everything was on the line for the three rogues sure, but she would not risk the injury of a new pack member could she help it. The doe was all too smart, taking off in the snow as it saw the impending doom it faced. The beautiful iberian pushed forward, knowing that Baron and Lexavein were not far behind. She brought herself to the back of the deer, nipping at its legs, trying to get a good grip to trip it up. The time would come, but for now giving small nips would allow her to slowly gain some ground, the nips slowing down the doe. But it had other ideas it seemed.

As soon as Sitka was close enough to be able to latch onto the doe’s right leg, she grasped it, but a hoof to her head made her go sprawling back and let go of the limb. She had managed to trip up the doe enough for Lexavein and Baron to finish it off, but the world for Sitka was currently spinning. The trees above were blurry, before they finally refocused, and the roaring wind was no longer a small buzz in the back of her head. She lay prone for just a second, but she brought herself to sit up shakily, only to have a shoulder support her from the side. Looking up, she saw the General of the pack, completely unharmed, helping her stand with a smile placed on his features. She gave him a small smile. “Thank you,” She said, looking to him with gratitude as she brought herself to her feet, leaning against him. The warmth he provided was welcomed, and if her mind had any inclination to wander, she would have also taken the time to notice how muscular the male was. But alas, the thought didn’t cross her mind as they travelled to the Salutary.

Dante explained what he had saw, and she looked to Snow Rose, letting the she-wolf assess her as needed. Dante stayed with her for a bit to make sure she was okay, and she thanked him for that. She had been so caught up in the fact that he or another pack member would have gotten hurt, that she had put her own safety at risk. The hunt was successful, both of them from what she heard from the report that Lysic made to Ventus. She was glad they had done well, even if she had gotten clocked in the head doing so.

@dante @lexavein Delta Baron Hunter Devika Sentinel Hydran Salutary Snow Rose

The buck, for all its angered huffing and puffing, tired quickly. Or perhaps it realized bigger problems were afoot; Parker rocketing forwards to chase off a small fox that’d materialized to get a piece of the action. Well, not chase — slaughter would’ve suited the squabble better, but for their drastic size difference, the fox still put up a mighty fight. If the buck hadn’t been on his heels, Dante would have loped around to assist, but a snap of jaws seemed to suffice; save for a few small scratches. He gave a greeting, congratulatory bark as the auburn male headed towards Snow. The boy had grown up all too well.

In the meantime, their Hunting Party had managed to latch their teeth into a doe long enough to send it staggering. Baron and Lexavein promptly lunged forwards, but it seemed that Sitka had caught the tail end of the doe’s blows, losing her footing where it should have come naturally. “Easy there.” Dante trotted over to her side amiably, offering an onyx shoulder in support. “Happens to the best of us,” He chuckled good-naturedly. “On my first hunt, there was this buck that gave me such a kick I almost went reeling into the river. Snow’ll fix up real quick though; always does. And Ventus — well, she doesn’t like to show it, but she’ll be pleased with how you took initiative. She’ll be glad to have on board. I know I already am.” He quipped with a welcoming grin. “After we all eat a bit, we’ll head back to camp. Get settled, get to know each other, that sort of thing. Hope you’ve had a lovely first day, and if anything’s ever eating at you at all, don’t be afraid to swing by to chat!”

Tagged: Sitka

Fenrir's resolve faltered as he came into the conversation happening between Maddox and Snow. Another apprentice, one that could probably do better than he. A frown crossed his face, but he quickly wiped it off in favor of a nervous smile as his mentor suggested he would be glad to have a new friend joining the team. Fenrir was learning quickly that being a Salutary meant keeping your head up and boosting everyone's morale even in the darkest times, and saving everyone even if you can't save yourself, giving yourself up for the health of the pack, and that was something Maddox would need to understand if he wanted to be a proper healer himself. But he seemed so eager, more so than the russet male was when he was assigned to Rose's side. When it happened, it wasn't that he hated the position, but he had originally wanted to be a hunter or something cool. Now he saw that being the Salutary was one of the hardest jobs, it was very mentally taxing, while hunting or fighting was more a physically taxing job.

No, he was trying to stop thinking so negatively about himself.Snow loved having him as an apprentice, she just had enough love to give and the drive to teach more than one student. She wasn't neglecting him, she wasn't replacing him. He should be grateful that someone else is interested in learning with him. He looked at Maddox and offered a genuine smile, one Snow would give. He noticed that Snow was getting ready to leave.

"If you wanna learn, I can help sometimes too. We can study together."



Salutary Snow Rose Apprentice Maddox

Cecilia followed after the group, taking the rear. She flicked her tail as she trotted behind, head surveying the area. She enjoyed these hunting grounds so much. Not too far from where they were gave her a perfect view of the mountain ranges far to the north of them. Sometimes when she looked towards them her pulse began to race and all she wanted to do was run.

But she felt like her time here wasn't up yet. That she needed to be here for a little longer, but something in her told her she didn't belong. Not yet. Her conflicting feelings kept her up at night, she felt restless, uneasy. She felt like she wasn't able to spread her wings as wide as she could there. On those mountain tops. She bit her lower lip as she now, absent mindlessly followed after the hunting party, waiting to run and to hunt. But inside all she wanted was to be free.

Delta Baron @dante Warrior Nascha Omega Macha Hunting Superior Parker Keala @basil

Keala really needed to start visiting the hunting grounds more often. She loved the commons, with its close, cozy atmosphere of home and togetherness, but there was nothing quite as exhilarating as the freedom of the hunting grounds, the open fields stretching on for what seemed like forever, with no boundaries but earth and sky. She loped along behind Baron, enjoying the feeling of sunshine on her whitish coat and grass beneath her feet.

They were a smaller party than she had expected; counting herself, there were only six. Ordinarily she’d have her eye on the others, making sure nothing went wrong, but that didn’t seem to be necessary right now. Parker could be counted on to look out for Macha, and Baron was more than capable of handling the rest, leaving Keala free to simply embrace the fun of the hunt.

Cecilia’s tip about the herd of deer proved to be accurate. Following Baron’s lead, Keala slowed as they came up on the herd, dropping lower to the ground a little to make herself harder to spot. She wished, for a moment, that she’d been gifted with a dark coat like Baron’s; the delta was a shadow, easy to overlook. And I, on the other hand, stick out like a blizzard in summer. Oh well. I’ll just have to make the best of it.

She was surprised and pleased to hear Baron ask for the opinion of the hunters, and immediately set her mind to the task of figuring out how she would orchestrate the hunt if the choice was up to her. She was still building experience hunting in general, and she knew deer were a challenge, but she could think of one way that might work. She almost, almost, shied away from speaking up, considering whether or not she should leave that to the older, more experienced hunters, but finally decided against it. Baron had asked for her thoughts, and she had never been afraid to give them before. The worst they could do was decide something else, and even then she would learn something valuable for the future.

“There’s only the six of us,” she said finally. “I don’t think we should overcomplicate things. We could send the most experienced three to separate one or two deer from the herd, ones that are young or old or sick, like we do with other prey. Then they could drive them toward the other three, who’d make the kill as quickly as possible. The herd would only be trying to get away from us, so we wouldn’t have to worry about any other deer but the ones we choose. Which makes the whole thing easier.” She tipped her head to one side uncertainly, glancing from one of her companions to another. “At least, that’s how I would do it,” she finished. “We can try something else, of course.”

Delta Baron Omega Macha Hunting Superior Parker Scout Cecilia Warrior Nascha