Southern Visit

Anatole Aston · 10-13-2012, 12:15 PM

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(307) He has two horses (a white mare and a palomino filly) with him. :3

The moose hunt had been what spurred his idea, and after talk of it with his cousin, Uliohi, and Io, Anatole had taken up the job of procuring as much meat as he possibly could. Though not ranked as a hunter, he had been trained extensively by his mother (who had been). He had learned to hunt in the old ways—he waited for an opportune moment and, if it did not come, moved on. There would always be food to find.

He had taken to the spear well, and while not yet an expert, spent many hours practicing. It had paid off in a big way; a young buck, wounded by the storm, had fallen prey to his weapon. Now resting on Bianca’s back, the carcass was joined by smaller ones. A rabbit, two fat birds, and one unlucky groundhog had topped off his two-day long hunting trip. It had been an experience for Ayita, who had blanched at the smell of blood but soon grew used to it. The Wolf Scout was pleased by her progress. Maybe having horses wasn’t as strange as he had first thought.

A familiar voice sounded from nearby and Anatole, recognizing it, hurried towards the source. He was proceeded by a great bird and smiled broadly at her presence. Moments later the wolf and his two horses (one a filly running loose and following her mother) found not one but two faces to greet. “Hadley!” He called, excited to see that the man who had once looked so wounded was now standing tall and proud. “I thought that was you,” Anatole went on, and giving the horses slack so they would not come too close to the pup, advanced towards the brown man. “Is this little thing yours?” He further asked, a broad smile breaking over his normally stoic face.

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