let's set the tigers free [pack hunt!]

Ariel · (This post was last modified: November 22, 2017, 11:10 PM by Ariel.)

hey!! figured a lil pack hunt would be a fun way to get everyone together! this is not mandatory but highly encouraged! round one will end december 1st! @Mato @Burke @Sunflower @Matteo @Anatha @Jomyo

the king elk has run off most of the old herd and delight has left the old god-creature and his cow mostly alone. but there has been some lingerers, some, the nénar supposes, that have been unthreatening enough to not be attacked by the resident living spirit of the forest, past their prime or otherwise unable to make it with the rest to the relative safety of the sweep to the north.

well - all the better for them, then. with their numbers bolstered, delight awakens with the surprisingly reasonable idea to take one (maybe two, if they're really lucky) down. the king elk won't mind, obviously, and their cache could use a little fattening before everything is blanketed in snow. this is the sort of thing his old home used to do before the first great tragedy of his life. buoyed by uncharacteristic enthusiasm, the nénar makes his way to the clearing where, not so many months ago, they first founded, and lets loose a sharp call for the rest of his pack - unusually excited for the androgynous wisp.

things have been rough but now, now they're going to turn a corner - and a nice fat elk in their cache is gonna be the opening sign. delight holds himself high - higher than he ever has before, echoing a faint hint of morwinyon's stately nature (what a change from his days of slinking about, a morose shadow! he saves that for tuesdays), his expression as faintly sullen as ever even as he greets his arriving fellows. "there's some elk still lingering from the king elk's herd," he explains, keeping an eye out for morwinyon (and ready to quickly avert, blushing fierce), "that are fair game to us now. and i figured we have enough numbers to take down at least one." delight cracks a rare smile - faint and small as it is, it's genuine, and his tail wags behind him as he looks over tindómë.