Thanksgiving Came Early

An elk? Oooo sounded neat! Tar's ears perked up though to be honest he wasn't really sure what an elk was. He shot his mother a grin, even though she looked terribly bored. Tarnish found the prospect exciting, especially when Ignis mentioned how dangerous it could be. After everyone arrived the older man beckoned them to follow and Tarnish bounced along dutifully after him, Worc taking to the air to survey the hunting party and keep an eye out for trouble. Considering the number of predators his charge had managed to find the crow took this task seriously.

Tarnish listened attentively to the plan, barely flinching as his hunting talents were called into question. He had the sense to know he was out of his league here. Ignis stated that Tar was to stick with him and he could be as annoying as he wanted. "Really? Awesome! I'm good at being annoying." He was also fast for his age and size and felt pretty confident he could heckle without getting struck.

With the plan in place Tarnish went into stalking mode, making sure he was opposite of the elk and the water as he approached. His black coat melted into the obsidian stones, his eyes could easily have been mistaken for them. He got closer than he anticipated before the elk started to sense something amiss. At that point Tarnish lunged, seeming to materialize out of nowhere as he bolted toward the elk. It bleated in surprise and twisted to get away from him, shooting up the beach.

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