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12.May.18, 11:50 PM
N’mor laughed, and adjusted his own pack. Lacking an arm, his was designed to loop over his shoulder and wrap around his waist at an angle, hugging close to his body and filled with needed supplies, though perhaps not quite as disaster-ready as T’ryn’s pack. “Come on then, Rhea. Go scout ahead and find the pack for us.” His dragon gave a soft hum of approval and a lick to Syrendryth’s cheek as he invited the other bronze to go scouting with him, leaving the two humans on the ground to make their way to their chosen hunting area. Having hunted many times with N’mor before – both alone and with their bronze partners in crime – Rhezalth knew how far ahead he could go without being too far away to offer help if something tried to eat his rider.
“He’s been so impatient to start,” N’mor laughed to T’ryn as they set off on foot. “He doesn’t even like the taste of the cats. I think he just enjoys hunting something that is also a hunter.” Fair enough, really. Herdbeasts tended to flee in terror when dragons flew overhead. While the cats would run, they would also try to fight back if they were cornered or felt trapped, which N’mor had found his dragon took a rather sadistic delight in. The bronze had come out of previous hunts unmarked so far, but N’mor knew it was only a matter of time before one of the cats landed a good attack on the dragon’s nose at least.
“Famous last words, I’m sure,” N’mor laughed, smirking at T’ryn and shaking his head.
