ardent

Mammoth Mess [HUNT!]



Jynn

Tojo-kai
Taicho

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8 Years
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Female
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Large
build
Light
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942
player
lunarcat7

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05-28-2021, 11:41 AM
Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn eyed the Tall Hairys, scanning the herd for any signs of weakness. It was hard to tell. She wasn't familiar with the creatures enough to know what movements were and weren't natural. However, as she watched she noticed a smaller one, perhaps a yearling, moving in a slightly jerky motion. With her torch lit and burning bright she jerked her head in direction of the yearling, signifying it as their target. She waited a moment longer before she heard the strange high-pitched howl of her companion Tahmores. The Ethiopian wolf noted that they were in place at the base of the sound. Ok, it was go time. Jynn set her torch down for just a moment before signaling the start of the hunt with her kinds roar bark.

Snagging the torch she bounded forward, diving for the herd like an arrow. She didn't really need to wave the torch, the bounce of her run was enough to make the fire seem like it was leaping for the beasts. A large cow noticed and jerked northward, a strange rumbling emitting from her. One by one the beasts turned northward, driving toward the sound. Jynn zeroed in at the back of the bull yearling, whipping her torch into it to drive the beast faster toward its demise.