Yeet or be Yeeted

*Tyto* · (This post was last modified: 11-01-2020, 05:41 PM by Tyto.)

The Winterfell youth made his way towards the cove that sat on the opposite end of the northern lands from where he lived. He was out tracking a small herd of elk that had passed by the borders some time ago, and he wondered where they were heading. Not only that, but if he could track them enough to figure out where they would bed down for the night, perhaps he could gather up a couple of other pack members to go on a hunt tonight or early in the morning. Taking a deep breath, the salty air filled his nose and lungs as he followed the tracks towards the beach. It wasn't too hard to track them, luckily for him. He wasn't the best tracker in the pack (unlike his uncle Cloud), but he was learning. Upon reaching the black sands of the cove, however, the tracks he had been following had scattered in different directions, and he wasn't sure which one to follow.

Brows knit together as he nearly pressed his nose to the sands, trying to figure out which scent to follow before ultimately just deciding to pick one and followed it. It led him on the edge of the beach line, neither heading towards the water nor back inland. Along the way, he noticed another set of prints from the same family seemed to regroup with the one he was following which he supposed was a good sign. Perhaps something had frightened them the first time...unless they figured out he was following them...little did he know, however, that the youth was also being followed by something equally as hungry and much larger than him in the water.

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Yeet or be Yeeted

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