New Teamates

Alexander did not expect to be invited to hunt beside the new Ethne Woodsman so soon, but the young man welcomed the chance to do so. With a quick agreement he would fall into step beside Eltrys and the pair would leave for the direction of Fossil Ridge, a territory that he hadn’t spent a lot of time in himself. But for El this territory was new and Alexander hoped that he would be able to provide some insight to the type of prey that the territory held. He walked with a cheerful pep in his step, gaze fixed on the setting sun as warm hues of orange and pink gave way to soft purples. Evening was upon them… a time when some prey began to feed. It was the perfect time to select a target.

He would follow Eltrys’ lead, slinking down along the earth with his focus on the scents in the air. Ears perked forward as he noticed the small herd, gaze sweeping the horizon to find the flock of birds… and then finally he would see the anteater with a frown. Eltrys would leave the selection of their target to him and Alexander furrowed his brow. “Definitely not the last one. That’s an anteater, and they can get pretty nasty and aggressive if they feel threatened. Their claws are very sharp, able to leave some bad cuts, I say we steer clear of that.” He whispered back to the other male.

“Why not the birds? They seem rather interesting.” He suggested, gaze flicking toward the birds. “Never hunted ones that tall, but the process can’t be too different…” He dug his claws into the soil. “So what is our game plan? A pinsir-like movement? Maybe one of us is acting as a chaser toward the other to lead the prey right into our jaws?” By how he spoke he had the idea of how a group hunt would work, but he hadn’t had much luck putting it into practice yet…

"Speech," 'Thought.'