Two Rivers Isle 10,000 emerald pools

hunting thread! AW :)

He had work to do now that he bore the title of Stalker, something he had promised Malice to fulfill. Amos wandered, his legs eventually taking him to an unfamilar spot in the territory. As unfamiliar as it may have been, it smelled strongly of prey -- mostly small game but if he was lucky, larger game could even show up. The scents were too mingled for him to pick apart, another skill he could work on as he worked towards his hunting skills. He knew that if something as large as a deer were to show up, he'd need others to back him up, and even if he were to only find small game, the more the better.

The dark-furred male tipped his head up, a low, melodious howl rising from his throat. He called out a friendly message inviting anyone to come join him then dropped his head back down, waiting patiently for an appearance.