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29.Jul.22, 02:37 AM
Chironhes enjoyed the easy brotherhood between T'yrn and K'dar. Without his own siblings, the relationship struck him as a more profound friendship than any he'd known. Even being allowed to just be near the pair with their teasing and ribbing felt like a gift, and one he'd not squander. Despite his eagerness, the boy did not interrupt the pair and waited patiently for their readiness.
But when K'dar doubled over with a fierce cough, the boy held stiff with worry. Did something happen? Was it poison? Was it the mystery attacker?! His muscles were taut as a pulled bowstring, ready to rush forward to do...something, but he held his place at K'dar's lifted hand. Only when they were given reassurances that it was his lingering malady did the tension ease from Chir's body.
With everyone finally in order, the young hunter perked at the opportunity to take point in their hunt. He gave an affirmative nod, a smile finding its way to his face once again.
More confident in the wilds than he'd even been in the Weyr, Chir walked with sure steps between the dense trees compared to the way he typically hunched himself and kept his head down back home. This was his element! S'far had found him on a bad day, sure, but the boy had gone years on his own without an incident as bad as that. It had been bound to happen at some point.
Even with the thick leaf litter underfoot, the jungle kept it all wet enough that there was no crunch with each step the trio took. While the boy kept his head on a swivel, keeping a lookout for danger, much of his focus lay in scanning the undergrowth for signs of any quarry passing through. Tracks, broken branches, drag marks, and more told a story to the youth better than any book had so far.
Just as Tiberuth sent them a warning, Chir paused in his forward motion to crouch at tracks in the mud. She must be after the sow and piglets, he noted. There was evidence of furrows everywhere here. Lifting his gaze, he spotted the movement K'dar had and tugged his bow from his shoulder, and pulled an arrow from his quiver to have it in hand.
When given the option to hunt or avoid the predator, Chir snorted. Take it, of course. It's after a sow and her young. The boy didn't think to add that preserving mothers would ensure the young would have a better chance at reaching maturity themselves, considering the knowledge common.
The boy's hand shot out in warning to K'dar and T'yrn before they could continue on, the smile gone from his face and a serious cast to his eyes. He wasn't sure what caught his attention, but he'd learned to trust his instincts.
A yowl to the right was answered by the Feline ahead. A pair. We can split and take both at once or one at a time, but we risk the second either running off or attacking if we do it that way. However, if they split up, the risk of injury also went up. A Feline would be far more willing to stand its ground against a single hunter compared to two or three. If we split, we can all come from different directions.
But when K'dar doubled over with a fierce cough, the boy held stiff with worry. Did something happen? Was it poison? Was it the mystery attacker?! His muscles were taut as a pulled bowstring, ready to rush forward to do...something, but he held his place at K'dar's lifted hand. Only when they were given reassurances that it was his lingering malady did the tension ease from Chir's body.
With everyone finally in order, the young hunter perked at the opportunity to take point in their hunt. He gave an affirmative nod, a smile finding its way to his face once again.
More confident in the wilds than he'd even been in the Weyr, Chir walked with sure steps between the dense trees compared to the way he typically hunched himself and kept his head down back home. This was his element! S'far had found him on a bad day, sure, but the boy had gone years on his own without an incident as bad as that. It had been bound to happen at some point.
Even with the thick leaf litter underfoot, the jungle kept it all wet enough that there was no crunch with each step the trio took. While the boy kept his head on a swivel, keeping a lookout for danger, much of his focus lay in scanning the undergrowth for signs of any quarry passing through. Tracks, broken branches, drag marks, and more told a story to the youth better than any book had so far.
Just as Tiberuth sent them a warning, Chir paused in his forward motion to crouch at tracks in the mud. She must be after the sow and piglets, he noted. There was evidence of furrows everywhere here. Lifting his gaze, he spotted the movement K'dar had and tugged his bow from his shoulder, and pulled an arrow from his quiver to have it in hand.
When given the option to hunt or avoid the predator, Chir snorted. Take it, of course. It's after a sow and her young. The boy didn't think to add that preserving mothers would ensure the young would have a better chance at reaching maturity themselves, considering the knowledge common.
The boy's hand shot out in warning to K'dar and T'yrn before they could continue on, the smile gone from his face and a serious cast to his eyes. He wasn't sure what caught his attention, but he'd learned to trust his instincts.
A yowl to the right was answered by the Feline ahead. A pair. We can split and take both at once or one at a time, but we risk the second either running off or attacking if we do it that way. However, if they split up, the risk of injury also went up. A Feline would be far more willing to stand its ground against a single hunter compared to two or three. If we split, we can all come from different directions.
