Flare had decided to check out the very strange events that had begun to ripple across the land. As he neared the strange spikes of this new territory, he caught the scent of prey. Hungry for a bite after the journey to get here, he started to hunt and track their scent across the strange landscape. Careful not to get too close to the spikes, or too far into the territory while his mind was on hunting.

The odd blood sun did not help him much with vision, casting a strange glow over the tracks in the earth. He had to rely mostly on scent to lead him on his hunt. With his Corsac fox behind him, the two of them stuck their heads to the earth and hunted.

Medium Prey Hunt: Mule deer, 1/3


"Speech"

He wasn't keen on leaving his slave in this hellish place but he needed to find them a meal. A now familiar scent crossed his nose and he followed it. Lo and behold the other charcoal male was hot on the trail of some ungulate. Those sprightly things would be a lot easier to herd and catch. What if they could use these strange spikes to trap one?

He smoothly joined the other, his nose up for the scent. He saw it, already trembling in fear.

"Rush it and trap it against one of these spires?" He suggested cooly, ready to take action.

A scent that was growing ever more familiar struck his senses. He raised his head in time to see the brown wolf join him. His marked face no longer that of a stranger. He snorted softly. “That proves it, you're stalking me for easy meals.” his voice was dry, but it was clear he was teasing. There weren't many wolves he worked easily with, and Ultry was drama free and straight to business.


The other passed on some advice, and Flare nodded. He started to move, spreading out to the side so that they could cover more ground together, and give less space for their prey to escape them. He waited until he could see the other wolf was ready to rush them at the same time.

Ultyr smirked at the other's well-timed joke. He shrugged in response, the little thing he was toting around wasn't much of a hunter herself, but Ultyr wasn't even going to let the other know there was another he was feeding.

They moved in tandem, and the plan was agreed. They spread out and stalked to catch the mule deer unawares. The strange red sun hung over them like a bloodlust promise. The spires surrounded their prey. Now they just needed to angle it to catch it against one.

He lunged for the deer with a sharp bark. Intending to incense its fear and turn it blind. He nipped at its heels, herding it toward a cluster of spikes.

They lunged together at their prey, separated just enough to herd it towards a spike. It gave a startled cry and leaped away from them. Exactly to plan, it found itself suddenly cornered against a spike. 


Flare went for the creature's throat, tossing it against the spine behind it. He heard the sound of its body hitting against the spike as he tore open its throat. Blood sprayed against the stone, painting it the same color as the sun. The mule deer let out one desperate, Last ry as it's life blood spread across the stone and sunk into the earth beneath.

The deer attempted to escape with its life! Ultyr snapped at its hooves. It was blinded by its fear and ran into the impenetrable massive spire and tried to rebound off it. As Flare went for its throat, Ultyr lunged and grabbed a leg. He pulled it over a corner of the spire and used it as a fulcrum to break its leg. He went then to tear into the soft joint between leg and body. The spire became coated in the deer's red blood as they set about feasting on their catch.

He started slicing through the hide to peel it from the carcass and began gathering its resources.
"I am the God-Prince Ultyr, of Archnemes, across the water. It has been a pleasure to hunt with you." He rumbled with a tone of high nobility.