Hunting in the dark

Vidarr had told Strai that before he would be considered for a rank, he would first need to improve one skill other than fighting. He had settled on hunting, feeling he already had a solid foundation for the skill. It was growing late by the time he left the pack lands and made his way to the Redbud nook. He did wince a little as he did so - twice now, he had seen bears in this territory. It was clearly a favoured place for them to hang out. But, perhaps if he did run into one, it would be another chance to prove himself. He was still young and foolish enough to think that was important enough to face a bear at night.

The sun had fully set by the time he was fully in the territory, and he set about searching for something to hunt.

He ignored a couple scents, birds and squirrels, that would likely be deep in their burrows or high up in the treetops by now. He didn’t want to bother trying to dig them out or climb for them. Far too much work. Instead, he continued on until he caught a scent he had never found before. It was wet, and fishy smelling. Something that belonged in water. It wasn’t a trail he had ever followed before, and his curiosity got the better of him. He had no word for the creature, he didn’t know to call it an otter, but he would hunt it down anyway.

WC: 252/1500


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