Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds
All Welcome  January 15, 2020, 07:09 PM
Dragomir
Moonspear
Delta
It was about time to go home. Dragomir had spent the better part of two days in the Hinterlands, not counting the time it took to travel here, and there was a good chance Hydra would be worried about his disappearance. To say nothing of his sister. He probably should've stuck by her side, but there was a lot happening and he refused to regret taking time to clear his head. He would bring back news of his travels and the continued dismal state of the food chain, so hopefully they would all understand.

Dragomir followed natural scent trails and tracks alike into a forest squashed between the mountains, blind to the pristine beauty of this slice of the wilderness. The glade would've stunned him in the fall, but in winter, it looked just like any other old forest. He didn't waste much time on the scenery, choosing instead to focus on tracking. He spotted a tuft of black fur snagged on an upright twig and picked his way over to it, nostrils huffing in hopes of a fresh scent.

@Phox Tracking thread!
January 16, 2020, 09:32 AM
Phox
Firebirds
Tradesman IV
Thanks for starting this. :)

Since he'd been back, Phox hadn't left the Firebirds. Today, however, he was feeling a little bit frisky, so he set out toward what used to be the Frosthawks. They had long since moved on, and he remembered that day when he'd met Rannoch here. He'd been angry, and it took him a moment to remember why. Raven had changed her name. She tossed the Redhawk name aside and replaced it with a new one. Even now, Phox was still a smidge bitter about it, although he knew there was no use in trying to persuade her to reclaim the title that they had been born with.

Phox watched as, up ahead, a dark wolf who could have doubled as Raven sniffed at the ground. Ever willing to join in such things, the Redhawk quickened his uneven pace a notch. Find something? he asked, taking a whiff of the air from a few feet away. Phox wasn't quite close enough to smell it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
January 21, 2020, 01:11 PM
Dragomir
Moonspear
Delta
Whatever the fur belonged to, it wasn't something Dragomir could remember encountering. It was an uncommon animal in the mountains and that was where the majority of his life was spent. The corner of his lip lifted into a kind of sneer as he drew as much of the scent into his nostrils as he possibly could, committing it to memory, fishing for some recollection that might point to the source... but then a distraction came in the form of Phox.

Dragomir turned and was surprised to find himself face-to-face with a wolf whose fur colour almost perfectly matched the clump on the stick: black but shot through with silver. He didn't think the loose tuft belonged to a wolf, but he'd been wrong before. Phox's limp wasn't missed, but having been injured badly himself when he was younger, Dragomir neither stared nor commented on it. He knew such things did not define a wolf, and knew better than to judge another's merits by the state of their body.

It's not your fur, is it? he assumed.
January 21, 2020, 06:06 PM
Phox
Firebirds
Tradesman IV
Wasn't sure if you had an idea for what the fur ought to belong to, but I thought this might be fun. :)

Phox shook his head. Don't think so. I haven't been out this way in quite some time. Not since the Frosthawks had moved here, and they'd been gone since... well, it had been awhile. Fairly confident the black wolf wasn't going to rip his face off, Phox took a few steps closer and inhaled to get a better sniff. Smells like badger, he said. Nasty creatures with sharp claws. Not the sort of creature Phox enjoyed going after, at least not in this state. They typically only come out at night.

He couldn't quite tell how fresh the fur was, but it couldn't have been too old if it was still clinging to the twig like that. If it was something more easily edible, Phox probably would have suggested they hunt it down and share the proceeds, but being blind in one eye and with his leg still on the mend, it didn't seem like the best idea. Still, there were things besides hunting that could be done. Badgers would be a threat to any young wolf pups that were sure to pop up in the next few months, so it would be good to know which places to avoid taking them to.

Might be a good idea to find out where it lives, he suggested.