The isle

A sharp inhale. The Archer takes in the scent of muddy earth, sands, salt and fish. The view before him laid out a patchwork of land and sea, as slices of streams and creeks sat side by side strips of land until reaching out into open ocean. The large piece of land a rather large island, lush with forestry. The afternoon was still bright but the breeze off the ocean much colder then inland, he realized. Judas had not much experience when it came to oceans. Having grown up into the Dell only to leave his birth pack and move to the Lore, Judas had not experienced much of an ocean until he had branched off on his travels. He had smelt it, seen it from afar but until now he had not the full experience of what it was like to live near a coast.

Nose crinkling to the sharp salty scents, he padded along the slivers of land, hoping and dashing between the streams going out to the coast from one little island to the next. If he was lucky, he would find an easy meal trapped within one of the tide pools around here. Judas didnt often hunt large game and when it came to getting smaller prey he would try to get away with scavenging and stealing rather then to do the work of it all his own. Typical for the dark Archer, who now looked for an easy meal.