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The rainy spring weather had made it difficult for Anann to make much progress on her home. Though she was still painfully close to being able to start construction of the structure. Splitting her time between the stables and work towards building her home, Anann had still failed to meet many of her pack mates. Thanks to the meeting announcing the disappearance of Jacquez had lended an opportunity to see just how many made up their ranks. Perhaps once she had made a home for herself here she would put more effort into getting to know more of her pack. For now though, she took advantage in the break in the rain to start hewing the logs. Creating a more flat top and bottom to the logs. The work was slow as she had nothing more than an axe to work with. The call resounding through the air haulted her progress mid-swing. It was not like the one that had called the pack to the hotel some days before. This was a call to hunt. Wrapping the head of her axe in piece of water resistant buckskin, she tucked it under a log. Along with the small blade she wore on her thigh.
Shifting quickly to her halfling form, Anann looped off in the direction of the call. It was the first time she had heard a call to hunt and she was excited. While Anann herself was an experienced hunter it was not a common thing where she'd come from. The wolves of her home had raised livestock for food. Nearly eliminating the need to hunt all together. Those that did hunt, did so more for sport than the actual need to feed one's self. Given the option Anann had always preferred to hunt and prepare her own food over the meats that could be bought in the markets. The call had been fairly close and Anann was not surprised she was the first to arrive. "Hello Niro, I thought the call sounded like a familiar voice." She smiled. Her tail waved eagerly behind her. It hadn't been but a couple weeks since she had met the young man, enthusiastic about his goal of becoming a Falconer. She noticed the sling and evident lump of an egg were absent. Her brow furrowed with concern. Hoping the egg hadn't somehow fallen victim to an ill fate. "Where is your egg?" She sat down next to him as they waited for others to show up.
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