every step that you take is a gamble with death

Willam la Chemin · 08-13-2012, 12:19 PM

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Willam had garnered some supplies from her trip into Halifax, a portion having been tossed into the supply room. of course she had mainly gone to get things that she desired. It wasn't really for personal gain though. Or not entirely at least. She wanted to hunt large game for the clan to enjoy. She wanted to show that she could contribute, even if it was only to add meat to their bellies. Because of that she had secured some rope so that she could put together a rough travois. It was something she had learned in la Chemin and had used for each hunt. Once she got it put together she hitch it to Châtiment for him to drag, as had been his purpose back in la Chemin.

"There. Just like old times, isn't it?" Willam patted the stallion's neck as she spoke. She also added the thick canvas across the horse's back. She had learned that if kills were covered as they were being transported the scavenging birds would be unable to get to them which meant that more meat was being brought back. "Ready to see what we can get?" She was again speaking to her silent companion. For now Willam walked in her two legged form so that she could keep easier watch of Châtiment and also so that he would follow. The equine had learned that he was to stay put when Willam was in her lupus form. It is what kept him out of the way when they were hunting in la Chemin.

Willam headed towards the Moors where there always seemed to be plenty of prey roaming about. So while she knew where to get food from she wasn't exactly certain how she was meant to manage on her own. She was used to working with others, them chasing it down to where she was waiting to ambush the creature and end its life. But that wasn't exactly possible without the multiple party members.

Once she had reached her destination she stopped near the tree line so that she could observe the area and watch the grazing deer. She was trying to figure out her plan of attack. Even though she wanted something she figured that maybe she could pick off the fawns. It wouldn't be as swift a death as she would want as it would be a lot of sneaking in to attack then retreating from the mother only to sneak again once the mother looked away again. She might even get lucky to drag the fawn further away from its mother. But would she be able to get enough to feed the clan that way? She wasn't even certain exactly how many bellies there were to fill. Willam supposed that she could go without a portion if she needed to and she could gather something smaller for herself. Or maybe she could use smaller prey to supplement what she couldn't get from the larger creatures. After all she had to get better at fishing and that could only be done through practice.

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