Tracking fail
12-27-2015, 11:33 AM
The man had spent several hours tracking a deer, and when it seemed he was getting close to his prey of choice the weather would finaly shift and begin to down poor. He had known the dark sky meant some kind of storm was coming when he left the den this morning, Ravine had just hoped it would hold off till he found his prize. Sadly it hadnt. The rain would only serve to wash away the scent he had been following and to soak his fur. The harder it rained the more frustrated the half Russian male would get. Eventually he would give up and take patial cover under one of the willows. Speech, |