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Frodo Silvertongue · 12-17-2011, 06:25 PM

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WOO hunting partaaay!

Frodo smiled lively, as it was Light who first approached. The lupus formed wolf craned his neck upwards, to see Light looking stony and emotionless. No difference from the last time then, Frodo thought, smiling slightly. And to you too! he declared, with a brief but fierce wag of his tail. The man jolted around on the spot for a while, making his limbs loose and steady, ready for anything. Be it sudden movements or moving silently, creeping around like a mouse, he would be up for it. Surely he was trained enough in the matter. He felt at ease hunting with Light because of their share in ranks, and he felt as if Ayasha might just be leading them through the hunt, being of higher status than the pair of them. He’d see, anyway. Frodo didn’t much fancy being in charge; he was too clumsy and scared of mucking up. Yet there was still that urge to prove himself in the pit of his stomach. Since his spar with X’yrin, he’d felt just that little more able to accomplish tasks. He planned to train himself more later into the winter; it would soon be too cold to hunt, and he’d need to do something with his time.

Eager now, Frodo just had to wait for the third member of their hunting party. Ayasha arrived not soon after Light and asked the question that the pair of them were probably wondering. The curly haired brute turned his golden face in her direction and grinned, his tail starting to wag just a little too uncontrollably now. Yup. Good grief, but I don’t know where to start. Shoot, Ayasha, dy’know some good places round ‘ere we can be ‘untin us some wonga? Lead the way, if you may, milady. he figured she would, seeing as she was a scout. She’d more than likely know about the suitable places where prey lurked.

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