Hunting with Grandma
Seasonal
05-25-2020, 09:54 AM
When Mortis had asked for a hunt in the snow, Resin couldn't help but grin. She'd taken quite a shine to the young Fatalis boy; a boy who affectionately called her grandma. She agreed to take him north for a hunt the following day. Before the sun rose, Resin waited at the border. Mort soon met her and they were on their way. When questioned some time later, Resin snorted, tendrils of steam drifting from her dusty blue nose. "No, we aren't there yet." Days passed as they trekked through many different typed of terrain. Snow was around them, but it wasn't the deep snows of the far north. If the boy wanted a snow hunt, she'd give him one. Before them a great forest rose up. Trees as tall as the sky grew all around them. This would be an experience in itself, but the hunt the following day would be what she brought the boy here for. Divvying out some dried meat between them, she bid Mort to sleep so that he would be rested for what tomorrow would bring. ---- As usual, Resin was awake before the sun. She scouted the area a bit, nose working to sift through the various scents of the wood. Ah, there it was. The wind brought her the musty scent of caribou. There was a herd somewhere on the outskirts of the forest. That would be their target. Waiting for Mort to rise, the big woman sat in the snow, her thick winter coat puffed up, making her look even larger than she actually was. WC-263 Total-419 |
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