Moonspear one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

Hydra moved to match up at his side, just as eager to hunt as he. shall we? she said, and he replied only with a toothy grin. A good hunt always excited him, the thrill of chasing and the pride in catching. Plus it always came with a well deserved prize.

Slavik took off tracking the scent, the tracking bit being his specialty. With ease he sniffed out the marmot’s trail, through the Moonspear territory to a more open meadow like area. Just the terrain he was most confident on. The tall browned grass waved at the two hunters, seeming to wish them well in their endeavors. He stalked through the grass after the scent trail, until he could hear the animal shuffling through the undergrowth up ahead. Slavik paused, then turned to Hydra.

He wouldn’t risk being heard, so he gave her a nod gesturing to where they stood, hoping that she would stay and he would move to close the animal in. Then he started to sneak around the radius from where the marmot waited unawares. It was always easier to catch something when coming from more than one angle, it was much easier to confuse the prey. He made sure to stay down and hidden, though thankfully in the brittle brown vegetation he wasn’t as easy to see as he was in the snowier patches. The only unsure moment was when he stepped on a particularly loud patch of dead grass, but the marmot continued on after a quick scan.