Word Count :: 000completely up to you, feel free to powerplay Frodo and skip time to the end of the hunt, or we can just continue. I don't mind either way.
He was right there. It would indeed hinder someone who did not know how to use a bow to be using it in a competition such as the one they were attempting in the present. He turned his now muscled face, cocking it downwards in curiosity but soon Light solved the question for him- Frodo was happy with the man bringing his own weapon to make things even- the only way Frodo was familiar with hunting birds was using his red bow and peacock feathers. The bow was his favourite and most valued weapon. However he wasn’t averse to trying out completely new strategy’s. He was a fast learner; whichever way Light hunted now, Frodo would mimic the technique as best he could. Frodo’s brain was quick, calculating, and collected; used to being suddenly thrown into a situation he had to think his way out of. Go ahead. But first, lets go find santa’s secret weapon. To the moosey we go! he whooped, eagerly batting his tail so it struck every piece of foliage near it. It was a monster in itself, his wild tail.
Hocus pocus, away we go, to the shire and back. Bit of a hobbits tale I dare say, peter rabbit. he said, thoroughly enjoying the way Light had suddenly bounded off without a word. The man followed behind; in Secui form wolves were faster, and stronger, and Frodo was no exception. He was just afraid of the new speed and strength, afraid of what it could do. In this form he was unpredictable whereas he could think before he acted in the other two. Still, he forced himself to try his best. Frodo was lean and streamlined so his footsteps easily matched the older males as they pelted through the forest. His paws struck against the ground heavily and sent him shooting forwards in bursts of utter speed, stealth, and agility. Lithe form cantered like a horse and then broke into a full on sprint as they changed course. But his nose had been following the scent and it was slightly in the wrong direction they were going. Hey! Frodo shouted. The man quickly overtook Light and ran straight in front of him - not too close as to collide - trying to ward him off the path and steer him more to the west. This way. he yapped confidently, before turning tail and moving straight in the direction of their prey. His tail wagged a few beats as he slowed down slightly for Light to catch up and then in turn be the leader again- Frodo would let Light direct this hunt willingly.
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