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Lovec netvorů - Frenu - April 03, 2025
These lands stretched endlessly, as he had witnessed during his ascent of Silvertip Mountain. Such vast expanses brimmed not only with seething, teeming packs but also—above all—with formidable predators. Wolves were not the sole creatures to make the earth tremble beneath their prey’s feet, and Frenū had long since learned to strike fear into even the most fearsome of hunters. It was in his blood, woven into the fabric of his culture—it had even become a sport.
For days now, he and his quarry had been locked in a relentless game of cat and mouse. The small yet powerfully built man tracked with unwavering focus, his keen senses ever attuned—the scent carried on the wind, the subtlest rustle in the undergrowth, the faintest clue left in the wilderness. His prey had left many traces in its wake, soon tangled with the countless tracks of prowling wolves, rendering the pursuit all the more intricate. But Frenū welcomed the challenge. Hidden in the brush, he moved with remarkable stealth, his presence scarcely more than a whisper against the land. For one of his stature, it was a wonder—to be so deft, so poised, so utterly silent…
RE: Lovec netvorů - Pangur - April 03, 2025
He was not the only hunter to stalk the deepwood.
Pangur too looked for something worthwhile, a challenge to shake up a bored spring morning. The wolves of Forneskja could have used some meat for the coming journey, though it was not far.Peachy paws skipped quietly through the forest, birdsong from the treetops building a sweet melody on the breeze, one tuned out as the Náttfari searched for sounds of a more rewarding nature, called on the gods to show her where a bounty lied; the bugle of an elk in the distance, the creaking of trees and rustling of leaves as they blew across the ground.
Her focus was unbroken as she tasted the air, she did not notice the quiet man who skulked through the thicket.
RE: Lovec netvorů - Frenu - April 03, 2025
He had indeed taken notice of her, for she had suddenly emerged into his field of vision. Moving with quiet intent, he drew closer—not to startle her, but in the seething, watchful woods, discretion was always wiser.
You smell it too?he asked at once, his nose testing the air. Amidst the wolves and the prey, there was this huntress: a young female cougar, light of frame yet no doubt already formidable.
You hunt?He passed her by, then, with a slight tilt of his head, beckoned her to follow.