Stone Circle the rage of mountains when they tremble

tagging for reference; hunter trade thread! :D unsuccessful hunt roll

Wardruna’s pride stings as the rabbit he chased down escaped down a hole beneath a tree and out of his reach. The northerner snaps his teeth in frustration and digs at the earth viciously only to let out a low snarl of annoyance as his claws scrape against thick roots: parted enough to allow the slim rabbit to slip through but his muzzle does not fit and he knows the rabbit it safe behind it’s cage of roots. He had nearly had it: once. He misjudged the distance between it and him and it dodged to his blindside where: for a few seconds he’d lost it. Those few seconds were enough to gain the advantage over Wardruna. He almost curses his stupid eye, that fated challenge and his inability to die like a proper northerner during a fight meant to be to the death but stops himself as he remembers @Noma is nearby. He can see her out of the corner of his good eye: lingering close but leaving distance between them as he’s asked of her while he hunts. His teeth snap together once more in re-fueled annoyance that she’s witnessed his failure first hand. She is his thrall and she is not to witness his failure, nor his vulnerability. She is only meant to see what he chooses to show her. Yet, it cannot be helped. The damage is already done.

He moves around the large tree and gestures for Noma to follow him, remembering that he’s scented a small elk herd migrating through the Stone Circle but had put off pursuing it in lieu of the promise of something fresh. In hindsight, Wardruna thinks that he should have just pursued the herd and left the rabbit alone but it is done, regardless. He follows the trail, sidestepping a pile of elk droppings just in time, sinking low as he stalks them through thick underbrush, eyeing the four of them with dark hunger. What he would not give for a bite of that succulent flesh but his disability has stripped of him of his once legendary fighting skills and his precision as a hunter. Wardruna has become ashes and he knows that now he must rise to become something new, a new breed of northerner ( something, perhaps, measurably worse than he was before ).