Whitebark Stream e[m]barazada

gonna ask forgiveness instead - if this isn’t open to anyone please def let me know and I can delete this!! (Or he can easily leave <3)

Ashlar was ranging further in his hunting here, hoping to find some large prey that he could bring word of back to the Rise. He wouldn’t go longer than a few days without returning, and would range less as Avicus’ time drew nearer. But the pack, and she, needed to eat. He hoped to find prey that would guarantee an easier kill.

So far he had seen one herd, but every member of it looked strong and hale. He’d observed and noted them anyway, but then he had moved on quietly after a quiet moment spent staring at the stag on watch. It was magnificent. At least there would likely be more to hunt with the spring.

The bard spotted another shape in the distance and froze. He hunched and dropped instinctually, but then Ashlar straightened when he noted that they moved like a wolf. He’d mistaken them for a deer! Ashlar smiled, embarrassed, and moved forward with his head and tail slung low in friendly curiosity. H….hi. Sorry. I just…. You didn’t see any herds, did you? If she came from the way he was going, then he could save himself by asking.