A call for a hunt? At last, something that Anatoliy knew he was good at. He had been mostly useless, considering he held no co-rank, and was not the most fluent in the local language. But a hunt, he could help with. He was not the best hunter, he knew, since he had relied on mostly fish in his life in Russia. Now, what Anatoliy did more was hunt, since getting fish was harder than back home. There were no fishing vessels here for solely that reason, so he had to make do with the game all around. He had little to do during the day, to tell the truth. This was more than just a chance to be useful for a place giving him and his family a home, this was a much needed diversion. And he would get practice. Perfect.
Unsure of how the hunt leader planned to run it, the Russo came in his optime form. Jeans adorned his legs and a knife used for gutting and skinning was attached to his belt with a clip, easily accessible. If it was not a hunt for two legs, he would gladly shift, though he hoped no one would steal his things if it came to that. But he was sure, since the caller seemed familiar, it would not be an issue. Or the Russo would take it up with the King directly that there had been a theft. His lazy walk managed to get him there second, which made him slightly confused. A lazy walk got him there before others? Wow. The person who had called the hunt was Niro, who had had that bird of prey egg before. Had it hatched? The second person there was Anann, to whom he sent a light grin, showing teeth slightly. But she was not in optime, which only hinted that the hunt would be as their ancestors had always hunted, though with a boost or two. "Hello Niro. Anann." He nodded his head in both of their directions, then sat himself down near them, still in his two legged form.
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