Gone Fishin [Open]

If there was one thing he disliked more than the cold, it was the rain. Firah didn't see the dreamy eyed appeal that it apparently held for some people, it was what it was, falling water. Cloudy skies always put a damper on his good moods since most of the time he still had to go out and work. There was rarely a storm that had passed where he hadn't needed to go out and calm the animals or herd them to a better location where they could spend the night without him having to worry about any of them catching a sickness from the wet and cold. The only upside was he rather enjoyed the feeling of changing out of wet cloths into new dry ones especially if they were clean. It felt nice, so he couldn't honestly say he disliked everything about the rain. Adjusting the walking staff he'd brought along with him as his young hunting companion trotted happily along side him, Firah checked the depth of the water pools that had collected between the roots of trees. Walking in the forest was hard enough in the dry season so when it rained nature threw a whole new labyrinth of obstacles to over come including mud slips and wet decomposing leaves. He glanced down at his Canine with a sigh, he'd have to give her a bath when they returned home.

Currently he was on a two part mission though both parts were similar in nature. The first was to check all his traps for damage due to the rain and the second was to check and see if he'd managed to snare anything. It was doubtful though. Small animals tended to go into hiding when it rained, so if he had caught anything it would be due more to luck than anything else. Normally he'd check the snares in reverse order starting at the Weyr and ranging incrementally out toward the river, as he did not like Katila and tended to try and waste as much of their time as he could. But today because of the soggy conditions decided to take the fastest route. He'd start at the river and head back toward the Weyr, so that if he had caught a few things he wouldn't have to trudge through the mud for twice as long carrying extra weight. The kitchen staff wouldn't be very happy if he brought muddy animals into their work space and no one should ever be idiotic enough to piss off the people who prepared your food.

"Almost there." He said to himself as the river's edge came into view between some of the trees. Using his staff to vault over a particularly large root, Firah landed in a small bed of leaves and twigs that produced a loud snapping noise as he transferred all of his weight onto it. That was smooth. Way to go hunter man, way to scare off any game. It was fortunate that he wasn't on a hunt or that noise may as well could have cost him his prey. Firah had barely taken a few steps before something, a human, jumped out with a wild scream and flailed a knife in his general direction. Instinct took over as Firah jumped to the side and swung his staff up to keep distance between him and the person. "Oi! Stop swinging that thing around ya dimglow!" On further inspection Firah realized he knew the person. Signaling for Janci to heel, Firah lowered the tip of his staff an inch or two. "Trelanvor! It's just me, Firah. I ain't some Feline comin' to get'cha." While he wasn't necessarily friends (close or otherwise) with the other man, they did work together when it came to their crafts. They both were Beastcrafters with a focus in Runners and knew about the care and handling of herdbeasts so they'd been introduced early on when Firah had "joined" Katila.