Down by the water
10-18-2016, 02:48 PM
Esarosa didn't seem too worried about his lack of experience, waving it off and saying that she'd get him caught up. His ears rose again in relief. "I suppose that if you concentrate too much on learning to hunt just a few kinds of prey, you'd be going hungry if that prey becomes scarce," he observed thoughtfully in reply to her advice.
An odd, bitter scent itched at his nose, one that he'd come to associate with saltwater, as they approached the edge of the ice. Gryphon inhaled deeply - he might not be well suited physically for the north, but he did like the scent of the icy northern ocean. It was a bitter-crisp scent that appealed to some deep part of his brain. He wondered if one of the prey-scents carried to him on that salt breeze was a seal, and what, indeed, a seal was.
His attention was pulled back to his mentor as she spoke. He nodded quietly, not wanting to speak in case that would alert these seals she spoke of. As she crept off he dropped into a half-crouch and stalking after her in imitation of her own silent movements. They lived under the ice? Were they fish, then? How could they catch fish under the ice? That seemed pretty risky - who knew how deep the water was under there, not to mention the possibility of becoming trapped under the ice. But Esarosa was confident, and Gryphon didn't think she was the sort to be reckless like that so she must have had some sort of plan.
Finally she stopped again, and turned to give him a more thorough description of what seals were. His brow scrunched as he tried to picture this fish-like animal, but gave it up as a lost cause. He doubted his imagination would match reality anyway. She offered him the chance to try to catch one of the young ones after observing her, and his green eyes lit up. "I'd like that," he rumbled eagerly, then lifted his head up high to peer out over the ice. "So what should I be looking for?"
An odd, bitter scent itched at his nose, one that he'd come to associate with saltwater, as they approached the edge of the ice. Gryphon inhaled deeply - he might not be well suited physically for the north, but he did like the scent of the icy northern ocean. It was a bitter-crisp scent that appealed to some deep part of his brain. He wondered if one of the prey-scents carried to him on that salt breeze was a seal, and what, indeed, a seal was.
His attention was pulled back to his mentor as she spoke. He nodded quietly, not wanting to speak in case that would alert these seals she spoke of. As she crept off he dropped into a half-crouch and stalking after her in imitation of her own silent movements. They lived under the ice? Were they fish, then? How could they catch fish under the ice? That seemed pretty risky - who knew how deep the water was under there, not to mention the possibility of becoming trapped under the ice. But Esarosa was confident, and Gryphon didn't think she was the sort to be reckless like that so she must have had some sort of plan.
Finally she stopped again, and turned to give him a more thorough description of what seals were. His brow scrunched as he tried to picture this fish-like animal, but gave it up as a lost cause. He doubted his imagination would match reality anyway. She offered him the chance to try to catch one of the young ones after observing her, and his green eyes lit up. "I'd like that," he rumbled eagerly, then lifted his head up high to peer out over the ice. "So what should I be looking for?"