Brotherhood Quest [hunt]

Ardyn’s features bloomed in a grin under the mask of markings as Coran quickly agreed to the hunt and Lyr wheeled off, winging toward the stag’s last known location.

Ardyn took off at a brisk trot, following the glowing black and white splashed raven and trusting that Coran could keep up.

Lyr croaked softly, soon enough, and Ardyn flicked it tail in a fiery signal to move silently, hos own pace dropping to a near-silent prowl, head lowering to below his shoulders, tail half-mast to keep the long hair from dragging in the leaf-litter beneath their paws and alerting the target.

Soon enough, he settled to his belly, peering through the leaves of a bush, then tipped his head to nod Coran forward, close enough to speak with him without raising his voice.

The injured stag was one of those older deer that had hit his twilight years and yet mating season encouraged him to fight on to put his stamp on the local does’ next fawns. Predictably, he wasn’t as agile or strong as his younger foes, and his last opponent must have gouged him but good on one shoulder.

Judging by the fetid smell of infection, the fight had been a few days ago and he might have wandered into the plains just this day to collapse.

Ardyn leaned to speak into Coran’s ear, voice low, but not quiet a whisper. Whispers carried better than a very low speaking voice.

“I’ll circle around to get ahead of him. When Lyr calls three times, I’m in position. I’ll be in that stand of bushes on teh far side of the clearing. Try and spook him toward me, and once I’ve got a bite, help me take him down.”

He waited for Coran’s response, eyes twinkling with the good thrill of the hunt.