That's A Lot Of Bull...

The afternoon sun warms the land as Fern leads the small group toward the boarder of fossil ridge and wraith’s woods. She had oiled her leather armor and donned it for the hunt, hoping it might provide some protection from large feet and tusks today. There is another she wears it and that reason is currently holding onto the two, small leather straps she had attached to the back to enable her to keep a better hold. Puff looks at the wolves around them, smiling and waving to each and every one of them… more than once. The girl had left her sword back at the castle and has chosen to rely on her companions and her own teeth.

Casting a glance to the side, she gives Rudyard a nervous smile as they move. Ever since she had let the word spread among the Hallows and Fenmyre wolves that she would be leading a hunt to gather food for the upcoming wedding reception, Fern has been anxious. She had not expected so many wolves to answer the call. It is a good thing so many are willing to help since the reception is going to be open to every wolf, they will need a lot of extra meat to help fill the stores. Still this is her first big hunt and Fern had spent time tracking a huge bull and learning what she could about the species in the hope that the more she knows the less likely it will be someone got hurt.

As they crest the hill that houses the bones of creatures long dead, Fern calls for the group to stop and waits for everyone to gather around. Ocean-hued eyes roam over the rag-tag group and she offers them each a smile while Puff, Fern’s small stoat companion, peeks up from between her gray ears, to smile at them all again. Casting a glace to Rudy, Fern says, “Our target today is a bull elephant. As you can see, this bull is all alone so we don’t have to worry about having to separate it from a herd.” Turning, she gestures a pale paw to the distance where a large gray dot is grazing near the tree line. For a moment she squints her eyes at the dot that is their prey before turning back to the hunters.

Taking a deep breath, Fern lays out her plan, “Now, the bull may try flee but they have been known to stand and fight so be prepared for feet and tusks flying at you. For the plan of attack, I suggest we all chase the bull toward wraith’s woods. In there we can use the land to our advantage to bring the bull down. Any thoughts?” With that, she opens the floor to other ideas or concerns before the group will creep in closer to start the hunt.


"Fern Lark"