Prepare for the main event

With his uncle's challenge of leading a hunt for large prey in the near by nook on his mind, he decided that he wanted to scout a head a bit. It would only be a waste of time for himself and everyone involved if he brought them out here just to leave empty handed. No, he would go stake out the movements of the nearby herds to make sure that they actually came through the nook to make the location viable as a hunting spot. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would be able to time out around what time of day they moved through the area as well. It was a task he could have easily accomplished on his own if he had really wanted to, but as he was asking around the pack to figure out who would volunteer to be in this hunting party he came across the visiting young man from Elysium. While he figured it was probably better for the hunting party to only include members from their own pack just in case something went wrong during the hunt they wouldn't be sending back one of their allies skewered by a buffalo horn, but he would be a good extra set of eyes for a quick scouting trip.

He met up with Malico early in the morning, earlier than he'd usually be up on his own accord, and after a quick breakfast they set out toward the Redbud Nook. "We just need to see if there's any signs of these herds having a regular path through the nook so we know where to set up the traps for our hunt," he explained as they walked, moving at a brisk, but easy pace. "Shouldn't take too long. Buffalo hardly ever go anywhere without at least kicking up some grass or leaving some droppings somewhere." Animals that large were bound to leave quite a bit of evidence of their presence. Even the trees could be an indication of where they had been if they were close enough together to make the buffalo push them over or scrape their horns against them. "Lets fan out and see what we can find," he said as they approached the tree line made up of blossoming pink trees. "Call out if you find anything interesting." Breaking off from Malico and beginning to move slowly through the trees, he kept his eyes peeled for any kind of signs of life and dipped his head to scent the ground.

WC: 416/1500

"Arcturus Indarra"