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ooc: :O And they will find...a...?


A favorable wind and a scent to track; there were not better conditions than this for a hunt. Unless of course the prey was wounded, in which case the circumstances were a true gift from the ancestors. But there was still a challenge to overcome. Finding the animal was a task in and of itself. One could only go so far by ground scent alone. Soon and more engaged survey would be required… a little run to wake the senses and perhaps stir the fodder that were hidden.

The ground was moist enough to soften their steps, but with the rain came gaps in the terrain, small puddles to encompass too heavy a paw hindering swift movement to a quiet, rhythmic march. A light challenge to overcome and one what would be with well placed bounds. Coming closer to the mountain, her pace quickened to as the ground became less of a hazard and more accommodating to their purpose. The scent of their prey became stronger the further along they tread passing along the dense façade toward a series of recesses as its base. And it was here that the Issor came to a halt, lifting her head in command and whisking her tail in signal to pause. “An obstacle…” she addressed the small recess.

It was quite wide, spanning nearly double her length but its entrance was a little less than half her height. A tight squeeze but not an impossible entry to advance through. So long as it was not her that dove into the hideaway. She looked over her shoulder expectantly adorned with a smile upon her weathered lips. “I believe this is your hunt,” her voice was hardly a whisper to any but the lupine ear. Undoubtedly her voice would carry. “If it runs out, I will be sure to catch it. But…smell it out before you proceed. Your strike must be precise or else you will lose it.”

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