Hoshor Plains No one needs to hear your words...

Setting: Early in the afternoon
Tagging: @Orlaith
Note: Mercenary Trade

As for the promise he'd made to himself last night, Āzon was going to attempt to catch a deer. Sure, his hunting skills were as good as non-existent, but maybe it's because they haven't been as polished as his combat training — and what better way to polish them then hounding down some hooved prey? The successful fish catch made last night was probably the reason Āzoniol was getting so ahead of himself today, but the large sire was already motivated enough to allow luck in his life once more. No turning back now.

The soggy mud bellow his large paws caved in from the flooded water and made it difficult to walk properly. Not an ideal platform for chasing down prey at all — this was red flag number one. Not only that, but the cloven foot animals here weren't deer at all, but bison; heavier and more capable of putting up a fight — and that would be red flag number two. A much more promising meal, but more dangerous to triffle with all alone. 'Well...fuck it. What do I have left to loose anyway?'