I'm just like you baby, I'm on the HUNT.
10-02-2016, 04:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2016, 04:14 PM by Dagmær.)
Honestly, Dagmær didn't know what she was thinking going this far south to hunt. Well, she knew. Fenrir's Maw was rough hunting ground and while she was getting better she was looking for something a bit more… level. That and buffalo hides would be particularly useful this winter though as she was hunting solo she didn't have a prayer of taking one down though she did hope to find a carcass that she could strip chunks off of. Strolling over the knolls the girl stopped for a moment… the scent of Imperium was gone and her thoughts drifted to Rhys and Rhythm and her small makeshift family that had so rapidly fallen apart. She hoped wherever they were that they were ok. At least she'd found her aunt. Slowly she was beginning to assemble a small family but she deeply wished it had been sooner in her life. Anger started to boil in her gut at the thought of her father. As usual he wasn't even fucking around and she couldn't help but wonder what he was off doing or what her mother was doing or what that bloody parasite of a healer was doing that convinced her mother to leave her for dead in the first place! It wasn't fair! Stop it! Dagmær shook her head. She didn't need to be dwelling on any of this right now. She had a job to do dammit and only so much time to do it in. She needed to find something to take back to Ivory Ridge and it had to be large enough to be worth the trip but small enough to carry back. Dagmær felt the pressure to get more gathered as well before late autumn put her through her first heat. Thankfully it was still early autumn so she didn't need to deal with that nonsense but later in the season would render her off her game and that would not do. She only prayed that winter would move slowly. As she started to climb another knoll she spied a large male in the distance and eyed him carefully. There was a good-sized female near him, just a touch shorter than herself and they clearly seemed to be related. She wasn't interested in trouble and while she'd been brutally trained in the arts of battle by her father she was in no rush to find herself fighting for her life, especially 2 against 1. On the other hand though she was getting quite hungry and saw the benefit of having a hunting partner or two. "Excuse me! You two wouldn't happen to be out hunting by chance?" Walk, "Talk" Think |