Takin My Time [Hunt]

Tarnish hadn't meant to end up so close to Ethne's borders, but he didn't particularly care. One of these days he was going to get a rematch. He skirted through the deep forest, considered running a little recon mission, or maybe leaving a message for the wolves that lived there but instead he caught the scent of something strange. His nostrils flared at he tried to sort out what it was. He was pretty sure it was a prey animal. Smelled kind of… goaty? Tarnish went right into tracking mode, following the scent deeper into the forest until he found a small group of large, and strange looking animals. Worc hopped along beside him, whispering that they were creatures called Takin.

Tarnish settled into the shadows, eyeing the strange creatures in the distance, in particular noting one that moved oddly, as if it were in pain. Already his desire to hunt was settled firmly in his chest. The question, of course, was how to get something that big dead on the ground?


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