Uh... Little Help?

Blue paws carry Ricin through the garden of rocks that borders the island he calls home. Since receiving his promotion, the boy has thrown himself into learning the lay of the lands that surround the island. He will not stop until his paws know every hidden spot, every dip and rise in the ground, and every long stretch of flat land. A huge boulder lays partially buried in the ground while the other end leans into its neighbor forming a sort of ‘v’shape. Nimbly, Ricin leaps onto the buried end and jogs up to jump on top of the tallest point. Pausing, Ricin enjoys the view as his ruby gaze looks over the land. Small dots of black appear on the horizon and his eyebrows lift in surprise. From the ground, he wouldn’t have been able to see them but up here... He leaps to another rock in the direction of the dots and lifts his nose to test the air.

Hmm. A herd of prey. Might be a good idea to try and catch some for the winter stores. Looking back toward the island, he worries that, if he goes back to the island to get Chade, the prey might move on. While he isn’t hunter by trade, he and Ny had to hunt for themselves before they came here, so he does have some knowledge of how to actually hunt. Decision made, he descends his perch and Ricin moves to keep track the prey, hoping that someone who knows what they are doing will come and help.


"Ricin Dauner"