Mammoth Mess [HUNT PREP FOR LONERS]

Everyone seemed to have something to input, and - surprisingly to Apollinaris - they were all good suggestions. His Spartan cohort suggested to pick a smaller one, and he shot Halcyone a disappointed smirk. He knew she was right, but he wanted so badly to pick the biggest male and just go for it. Naturally, his mentor had some great advice, and the steel blue warrior glanced around to see what everyone thought. The one that had called the hunt seemed to settle on a plan, and he listened intently. He was chosen to be one of the few to carry torches, and he hummed with satisfaction. Anything remotely dangerous and Apollinaris would be there. Another glance to Halycone with a side grin, wondering what she thought of the whole idea. Hopefully soon, they would all have something worthwhile from all this work.

Gaze settled on Mæva and he shot a smooth grin, rolling his shoulders. "Shall we?" The brute was ready to start gathering supplies for the torches.