May 26, 2023, 02:56 PM
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Her eyes fell to Inkeri’s swift approach, offering her a cordial dip of nose and a wave of tail. The Skáti was one she had not met officially but was eager to, and she was grateful to count her among their hunting party for the strength beneath her ivory coat and an adept nose for tracking.
She could feel Gunnar’s fire but also his wariness, and could not help but to grieve that his days at the head of an elk hunt were likely over. But they would need his strength to fell their prey successfully.
Taktuq’s shared gusto draws an excited whine and a stamp of paw, though she falters when Móðir bestows upon her the honor of leading the hunt. It’s something she wishes immediately to decline, for certain fear of leading them wrong. Afterall, it’s been over a year since her last pack hunt, and she doubts her capability, especially with so much at stake. But her friend’s confidence in her makes her want to try, to rise to the challenge set, if she can Her lips pull into a tight, grateful smile and her eyes flick to evaluate their hunters.
“Inkeri and I can scout ahead; flush them out and herd them. Gunnar, Taktuq and Íkaros will target them, strike at their vitals.”
She turns then to the youngest among them. She knew he was old enough to do this, and he needed to learn how to run with the pack.
“Skáld, stick with Gunnar and Taktuq, do as they do. Watch for antlers and hooves. If you get too near the elk will kick. Stay at their side, ok?” She looks to Gunnar for his translation.
With everyone accounted for, she heralds them on with an anticipatory woof.
Her eyes fell to Inkeri’s swift approach, offering her a cordial dip of nose and a wave of tail. The Skáti was one she had not met officially but was eager to, and she was grateful to count her among their hunting party for the strength beneath her ivory coat and an adept nose for tracking.
She could feel Gunnar’s fire but also his wariness, and could not help but to grieve that his days at the head of an elk hunt were likely over. But they would need his strength to fell their prey successfully.
Taktuq’s shared gusto draws an excited whine and a stamp of paw, though she falters when Móðir bestows upon her the honor of leading the hunt. It’s something she wishes immediately to decline, for certain fear of leading them wrong. Afterall, it’s been over a year since her last pack hunt, and she doubts her capability, especially with so much at stake. But her friend’s confidence in her makes her want to try, to rise to the challenge set, if she can Her lips pull into a tight, grateful smile and her eyes flick to evaluate their hunters.
“Inkeri and I can scout ahead; flush them out and herd them. Gunnar, Taktuq and Íkaros will target them, strike at their vitals.”
She turns then to the youngest among them. She knew he was old enough to do this, and he needed to learn how to run with the pack.
“Skáld, stick with Gunnar and Taktuq, do as they do. Watch for antlers and hooves. If you get too near the elk will kick. Stay at their side, ok?” She looks to Gunnar for his translation.
With everyone accounted for, she heralds them on with an anticipatory woof.
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RE: Dögun - by Tauris - May 26, 2023, 02:56 PM