Bringin' Home the Bacon [EMPIRE HUNT]

*Amon* · (This post was last modified: 01-16-2018, 11:03 AM by Amon.)

OOC: This hunt is not mandatory, but brownie points are available in plethora for those interested! Let's try to keep this around a maximum of four or five packmembers. If more want to join in I'd gladly start another hunt for another group. Keep posting order flexible! If someone hasn't replied in a day or two, feel free to hop in to keep things moving.

With the onset of the rainy season, the landscape had begun to change. Where once greenery was withered, it was becoming now verdant and lush. Rainstorms, some brief and some persisting from sunrise to sunset, had become a daily part of Amon's routine. He didn't mind; they left the world around him smelling of earth and humus and new life. Prey would begin to flourish, the meat growing fat and rich, and new life would soon be born. It was an endless cycle, one Amon marveled to take part in. He breathed in deeply, allowing it's heady resonance to overtake his senses.

For now, they would hunt. He sent forth a howl to any who might hear him.

Their territory was a source of immense pride in Amon. It catered to their every need and want, and as such Amon turned himself to it's southwestern coast. Their lands rand to the coast here, and the tail end of the Cattail Creek spilled out into a broad delta and floodplain. While the grassland had been rejuvenated from a dull tawny to vibrant emerald green. He was certain that it would be ripe with potential prey. He knew both antelopes and wild hogs chose to frequent these marshes, plains, and wallows, along with a score of game birds and waterfowl. The shadowy titan lurked on the outskirts of the plains, waiting for any interested parties to arrive so that they could formulate a plan.

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