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Hunting was something that Ezekiel found a fine meditation. He believed in taking only single shots with his arrow; a practiced sniper, as it was, he waited for larger prey until there was an opportune moments. There had been no deer this late in the day, and after a languid ride from the forest, he was now walking alone and searching for his favorite prey; birds.
Sal Palus was ideal for this type of hunting. Marsh birds flocked towards the easiest feeding ground, and Ezekiel found them easy pickings. Unfortunately, Viggo refused to tromp through the marshy ground. This was understandable; even with his wide hooves, he was a massive horse and would sink into the muck. Solitary hunting was not unwelcomed, of course, but it was a matter of being able to cleanly strike the birds as opposed to taking them down from the air.
Fortunately, he wasn’t alone. A dark shape rose to meet him, one he recognized. Cotl’s niece, Giza. Pleased for the company, and that she was exploring, he approached with the bow in hand.
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