Pip Pip Deerio

Takeshi had hung around after his sparring session with Sirius, choosing to test his skills with spars with his companions. They would attack him at the same time, melee fashion, and he would have to fend them off. By the time they’d finished they were all huffing and puffing and covered in scratches and dirt. The boy moved in the direction of the sea, drenching himself in the cool waters to try and wash away the sweat that had accumulated. He winced as the salt burned his scratches before turning and wading back up the shoreline. He grabbed a quick snack before heading out east from the Ashen borders to the Weeping Willows.

The boy’s nose twitched as he sought out a prey animal to stuff their bellies with for the winter. The Armada was still restocking their stores after they’d been ruined by the flood, so the more meat the better. Soon, the wind brought him the scent of a whitetail deer like a blessing. His auds perked and he immediately switched paths to head in the direction of the animal. It didn’t take long before he found it, pawing at the snow to uncover the dying grass that laid beneath. He hid behind a tree, glowing red gaze squinted as he tried to judge the best course of action.