Oh, Hunters of the Valley

Aresenn observed the assembled hunters with a sense of satisfaction, nodding in acknowledgment as each one joined the gathering. With the arrival of Azoula, the group was now complete- or as complete as it was going to get, and he turned his attention to the task at hand. "Today, we are going to hone our tracking skills." he began, his voice carrying across the crisp winter air.

He gestured towards the snow-covered ground beneath them, the pristine white canvas marred only by the faintest of tracks left behind by passing animals. "Take a moment to observe the snow," he instructed, his gaze sweeping over the hunters. "Snow does make it fairly simple to spot tracks- and makes it a little easier to detect subtle differences.” Aresenn crouched down, his paw gently brushing against the surface of the snow as he pointed out the intricate details. "Look for clues in the tracks," he continued. "The size and shape can tell us about the animal's species, while the depth and spacing can indicate its weight, speed, and direction of travel."

"Aresenn Praetor"