Clumsy hunting
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WC:303.+
Forward Dated: 16th November
Hunt-A-Palooza! Open for anyone, preferably 1-2 more skilled hunters than Cain ^^;


The temperature was beginning to drop and despite having moved away from the cold mountains, it was becoming more and more noticeable within these new pack lands. Yet, with such a newly founded pack it was clear that there wasn't going to be enough resources to last through the winter, unless more people pitched in and leant a hand, such as his new leaders had said recently. Despite his reluctance to do something outside of his skill set, the dark toned male had headed out into the fraction of Arachnea's revenge that Casa di Cavalieri had claimed, with the mindset to atleast catch something to add to the pack's storage. Despite having a knack with forging weapons, the newly ranked Prova was far from being a skilled hunter or tracker and so he hoped others we willing to help. Sitting back upon the soft dirt he tested the air for potential prey, but nothing caught his attention and so he threw back his head, allowing his howl to resound around him, calling for anyone nearby to assist him in his hunting trip.


Moving in his Secui form was strange, having always favoured his two legged form it was a unusual feeling to be moving once more upon four legs, that and he no longer could hide his scarred closed eye with his fringe. A long time ago he had learned not to feel self conscious about the scars upon his face and to accept them as part of himself, but he knew they just made him look more intimidating, alonside his tattoos, dyed hair and dark coat he was well aware he often gave off a different impression to whom he really was. Lifting himself up of the ground, he shook himself and looked around to see if anyone was going to come.


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hope it's ok that i join? dixie may not be a huge huntress, but she is a good tracker and a fast little runner.

Word Count → +3


Three new fishing baskets had been crafted since her discovery in the long slice of river that was inside the fort walls. Hopefully, even throughout the winter, the pack would have a source of food from the fish. If one of the big males could somehow break a few holes in the ice without making the ice cave in totally, Dixie and Fia, being small females, could do all of the ice walking and fishing. It seemed like a pretty decent idea to the small white woman, so she’d go to Jazper or Anann later to present it for consideration.

She was running around in a field about five miles away from the fort, in Optime form, when she heard the call coming from quite a ways away. Head snapping up, she listened for a few moments and grinned when the sound registered in her brain. It was Cain, the large black and red, one eyed male she’d met at the borders a while back. Perhaps he needed help with something, and though she wasn’t very big or strong, she had a set of skills that could be helpful in any number of situations. Dropping her body down into Secui form, she stretched and then took off, running towards the howl.

Wayne hadn’t been all that thrilled when she had grown a bit distant from him. The whole situation with Helotes had caused her to become a little wary of touching men for a while. Not that she was scared of the large Labrador man; his touches were just a bit uncomfortable at the moment. Taking some time away from him was her way of dealing with and thinking about what had happened and what it meant. Keeping herself busy with things related to the pack, liking finding new sources of food and cleaning or building was both constructive and gave her time to wonder about what Helotes had been trying to do and why he got so angry after she asked him to move.

Running as quickly as she could push her short but strong legs, it didn’t take very long for her to reach the general area where Cain was located. Once she could smell him on the breeze, she yipped softly and looked around, wondering what he wanted.


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