03.Aug.22, 05:21 PM
Chir managed a faint smile at K'dar's compliment on his kill, still twitchy from the close call. He nodded when given the order to bring it along if he could. Not at all bothered by the weight of it, the freckled boy bent to sling the lanky cat behind his neck, its long limbs dangling in front of his arms. He winced as he felt the shaft of his arrow fracture within the dead Feline's chest from the shifted position, grateful that he'd managed such an effective kill-shot that the creature didn't feel any of it.
While K'dar hurried and stomped his way through the undergrowth, Chironhes continued with continued quiet steps, naturally careful despite the successful hunt. He knew from experience that the danger was never over. Back in an environment where his attention was required at all times, he settled into the role of sentinel with ease as he followed the bronzerider.
Hearing the brothers ahead, Chir increased his pace to meet with them. The weight across his shoulders was nothing compared to the boar he used to have to drag back in Lemos, and his steps remained light with triumph thrumming in his chest.
Chir didn't pause to think when he came to the clearing. The cat's yowl had him tossing the carcass from his shoulders and lunging forward with his blade before the stunned Feline could gather itself back up to charge. With practiced force, Chir drove the blade deep into the chest just behind the elbow twice, three times in quick succession until the animal didn't rise. The boy panted over the cat, his free hand braced along the curve of its slack jaw.
K'dar's irritable comment surprised a snort of laughter from Chir as he sat back on his heels. He really was a better fisherman than a hunter, wasn't he? Swiping his bloodied blade against his pants, Chir stood to cast another look around. He certainly hoped there were no more predators in the area, the drain of adrenaline already dogging his heels.
When asked about applying stitches, Chir shrugged his shoulders. He could manage a bandage, but he admittedly had ugly stitches. The task was better left to someone else. Hopefully, T'ryn was better about field care.
While K'dar hurried and stomped his way through the undergrowth, Chironhes continued with continued quiet steps, naturally careful despite the successful hunt. He knew from experience that the danger was never over. Back in an environment where his attention was required at all times, he settled into the role of sentinel with ease as he followed the bronzerider.
Hearing the brothers ahead, Chir increased his pace to meet with them. The weight across his shoulders was nothing compared to the boar he used to have to drag back in Lemos, and his steps remained light with triumph thrumming in his chest.
Chir didn't pause to think when he came to the clearing. The cat's yowl had him tossing the carcass from his shoulders and lunging forward with his blade before the stunned Feline could gather itself back up to charge. With practiced force, Chir drove the blade deep into the chest just behind the elbow twice, three times in quick succession until the animal didn't rise. The boy panted over the cat, his free hand braced along the curve of its slack jaw.
K'dar's irritable comment surprised a snort of laughter from Chir as he sat back on his heels. He really was a better fisherman than a hunter, wasn't he? Swiping his bloodied blade against his pants, Chir stood to cast another look around. He certainly hoped there were no more predators in the area, the drain of adrenaline already dogging his heels.
When asked about applying stitches, Chir shrugged his shoulders. He could manage a bandage, but he admittedly had ugly stitches. The task was better left to someone else. Hopefully, T'ryn was better about field care.