Kildeer Rest real gods require blood

the vartija themed founding thread | metsästys ❝the hunt❞ — in tundrian lore a small offering is made to nyyrikki the god of the hunt in an effort for his blessing in a successful hunt.

a frosted pelt — taken from a scrawny rabbit, submerged in the meltwater of the glowworm cavern ( yet to be named ) in the intricate tunnel and cavern system beneath permafrost hollow and left to the elements overnight to freeze is stiff and clutched loosely betwixt wintersbane's jaws as he trudges his way through kildeer rest, the fresh snow of the rest is dusted in a fine powder, not doing much to mask his footfalls. the snow crunches and shifts mercilessly beneath his heavy weight despite his best efforts to quiet it.

he ignores the name honored birds in question as they try to ward him off from nearing their nests. his interest is not in them. he pauses at a rock formation; not particularly extraordinary from any of the others and places the frostpelt upon it's snow dusted surface. wintersbane's never been the praying type and he does not see it necessary to start now so he takes a few steps back, draws his tongue across his jowls and lets his glacial gaze roam. he'd thought he scented a small deer herd in this general area of the taiga before the snows had whisked the scent trails away; and before he's been called to border patrols and recruitment drives.

aside from the beady and distrustful stares of two kildeers watching him atop a nearby rock formation — he resists the urge to laugh and despite his best efforts an amused snort leaves him anyway — looking for any sign that nyyrikki will offer him a blessing; though with or without it wintersbane intends to continue on his search for the young buck, two does and their spindly fawns, figuring that even felling one of the fawns would be good bulk for one of their food caches.