Winter's hunts

Hattori could not say he was overly familiar with the north of Boreas, or that he liked it very much. To go from one extreme to the next sent his body into chaos, his fur had moulted and gotten light for the hot summer months of Auster and now he was in the thick of the cold, having to wear a cloak to keep the worst of it at bay.

But he supposed it wasn't entirely a waste of time. There was game up here that they would never find down in Auster and there was no denying that Yaeume needed the practice. Following her tracks, the Kaicho allowed her to do the brunt of the hard work, watching and judging as she wove through the trees, on the hunt for a scent worthy of attention.

Keeping his voice low, just barely above a whisper he posed a question. Even if only to know her intentions, as to what lay ahead.

"What do you hope to bring down?"

Spotting the tracks would be easy enough, but with the cold and the wind he knew bringing it down might be a struggle. Something they'd both need to put their all into, that and bringing back the remains. There was a long way to go, but they would work something out as two heads were better than one.

"And how will we carry it back to Tojo if it is too large?"