Silvertip Mountain Hunters - round end asap

@Chaska @Krypton @Mara Susi @Atari Silver @Semble


This is a mandatory pack activity for all pack members, bar puppies and the other leaders (who will be protecting the pups).

There won’t be a posting order in any round so please post as soon as you can to avoid missing a round!

Any wolf missing the activity, skipping a round or arriving late risks demotion, unless the player is on absence for a full round duration.

 
Outline
There will be four rounds:
The Perimeter
The Chase
The Takedown
The Spoils

You can assume Mason has rounded everyone up already, outlined the basic plan for the hunt, and has lead everyone to a lesser-destroyed area of Felsig Forest further around the mountain. They have identified a likely caribou target – a large but elderly bull.

Mishap
Each round will have a mishap – the wolves affected will be determined by dice roll – it’s up to you how your wolf deals/escapes the predicament – an injury is not mandatory of course, but please try to be realistic!

Round 1 Mishap - As he makes his way to his allocated posotion, Chaska’s paw is stuck in a rabbit hole for about 30 seconds before he can free it, possibly making him late in reaching his position.
 

The Perimeter

Mason looked around at his motley crew. Together they had identified and agreed on a target. Mason’s heart thudded with nervousness and excitement. This hunt was going to be crucial to Zaria’s wellbeing and the pups thriving. There was enough of them to hopefully take down a substantial-sized caribou, but they had taken care to pick an older bull male in the hopes that they could cut him off from the herd.

Mason peered down at the scarred landscape from their vantage point of a rocky verge, dotted with trees and bushes. There were still rifts and fallen trees, but he knew from scouting that this was one of the least affected areas. A small herd of caribou gorged itself nearby on the first blossoming sprigs of spring, content in its knowledge that few other animals had remained to compete for food after the tornado had ripped the landscape in two.

Mason knew that his packmates understood the urgency of this hunt. He was sure they would do their best – and hopefully they would be successful and return the most succulent portions of the kill to Zaria.

With a tremulous sun shining low in the sky, their breakfast lay before them. Mason spoke in hushed tones. “Right everyone spread out. I  want Mara and Atari with me. Chaska, Krypton, Semble, I want you to come up on the flanks. I’ll wait until you all seem to be in place and then we’ll scatter to the herd and push him towards you three.”

After making sure they understood instruction, Mason padded carefully and quietly along the back edge of the small herd, pausing occasionally to ensure he was hidden. The wind was in their favour, carrying the scent of the ungulates towards him – Mason could feel his heart beating faster and faster with the thrill. Once he was almost directly in line with the old bull, but some hundred or two feet away, Mason pressed himself to the ground, hidden partially by a bush.

Soon it would be time to put his hunting practice into play. He looked about him to see if he could spot Mara – they would have to wait a couple of extra minutes to allow the front-runners to reach their positions. Through the blood-rush pounding through his head, Mason still had a thought running through the back of his mind: would he make Desna proud if he succeeded in leading his first large hunt?