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Ukijijuk - RIP Kannoyak - January 16, 2023
Pine trees stretched high. Their needles blanketed the forest floor beneath their boughs. Small prey scent was strong in the wood. If he looked up into the trees, Kannoyak could see birds fluttering from branch to branch.
Rustling from overhead sent pine needles cascading down. They landed in his white coat. The hunter shook his fur until they fell to the ground. Turning his head, Kannoyak could see the proud stone fortress of the nearby village. It looked like a suitable home for hunters and traders. It may have been a suitable place to find a wife, as well.
Drawing his tongue along his whiskers, the hunter considered his options.
RE: Ukijijuk - Tulukiri - January 16, 2023
Tulukiri ranged from the village often enough, carrying in her heart a wanderer's spirit. If she had been born a man she would have been a fine trader; besides, growing up beneath the rule of Tartok had roused in her a masculine spirit that now empowered her. She was not suited for the life of her own mother: taking the kills from the men and preparing the skins, or singing songs to children. She wanted more out of her life than such mediocrity.
Hunting gave Tulukiri that opportunity. When she couldn't spar, or war, or argue, she could run and she could track. There were ample things to follow in the woodland or upon the mountain — and she just happened to be within this place, this Neverwinter, when she caught sight of the pale man. Her goal was to seek rabbits if she was lucky - or find a stag, maybe a piece of its discarded crown to show off - and instead, there was the man.
She would not waste much time in tracking him. He could have been a threat to the village, or a threat to herself, but Tulukiri was full of bravado and did not see danger as she watched him.
RE: Ukijijuk - RIP Kannoyak - January 16, 2023
It took some time for the white hunter to notice the woman who followed.
Kannoyak could not have been offended by it. He knew that he was near enough to the village in the stones – Moonglow – that their wolves might keep watch over his movements. It did not matter that he was a visiting hunter, a tradesman of a village in the winter-swept north. The white man knew that he would need to give Moonglow some respectful space.
In the forest, though, the ground was free to roam.
Hunt with me.
Kannoyak’s voice was rough. The plum of his eyes shifted back to fixate on the gold-furred stalker.
RE: Ukijijuk - Tulukiri - January 16, 2023
She was not hiding herself from him.
There was a different sort of stalking to be done around men, especially men she did not know and wanted to study. He did not move like he was a warrior; he moved like a hunter, purely, and something about that was appealing. He was clearly a healthy, fit man who knew his way around the forest — he was on the edge of an animal trail even before she'd picked up on him, so he knew what he was doing. Tulukiri wondered if he would be offended by her presence or if she might goad him in to a fight --
And the answer came when he turned, regarding her, and called out in his way. It was not the way of Tartok; the warrior's way of seeking with teeth, of tasting, of testing. He was more akin to those of the village than what Tulukiri had hoped for. But she gave a small chuff as she considered - and then moved on an intercept course so that she came up alongside him.
She tasted the air and looked him over again, blatantly.
What are we hunting?She would test him.
RE: Ukijijuk - RIP Kannoyak - January 17, 2023
This woman was beautiful. She stepped toward him on nimble paws, swift and sure. She would have been a prized woman of the little river village. Kannoyak could not help but to allow his gaze to wander her figure. He found that the gold highlights of her pelt were mesmerizing. The white hunter had never seen a wolf with such beauty.
She asked what they would hunt, ready to accompany him into the pine forest.
We hunt rabbit.
Kannoyak offered her a small smile. The plum of his eyes turned back to the needles beneath his paws. The white hunter lowered his head to draw in the scent of the wood. There would be a variety of small prey in the forest. The sturdy boughs of the evergreen trees would give them shelter and comfort, even in the harshest of winter cold.
RE: Ukijijuk - Tulukiri - January 24, 2023
Rabbit would be easy enough to track, and easy for them to gather. Tulukiri gave a nod and on the second bob of her head, she lowered in to a prowling posture. She moved across the pine-laden earth with the focus and intent trained in to her by the men that came before.
The other wolf did the same, and for a time they moved in tandem. When Tulukiri found the trail of scent going one way or another, she'd pick up the pace or find a way to cross the distance without disturbing much of the forest. Her ear turned towards Kannoyak in case his pace shifted, or if he should call out, but otherwise fanned away from him in an arc.
RE: Ukijijuk - RIP Kannoyak - January 31, 2023
Talamasca you are so good at breaking my heart with character death. :') <3
The two wolves tracked and hunted rabbits for some time.
Kannoyak had been pleased with the woman’s prowess. She handled herself well. Their prey did not stand a chance as they moved to collect what they could.
When they had finished, the white hunter told her that she should take their spoils to her village. He did not need the sustenance yet. It would be good for her people. Kannoyak thanked her for her time and departed the hunting grounds at a brisk pace.
There were many beautiful women in these lands.