The First Rule Of Hunting: Rabbit Tracks

*Sarak* · 04-03-2014, 06:52 AM

Sarak

Sarak slunk through the territory, wondering if the earth was truly done shaking. When the quake began, he had been about to bring down a plump hare, and then the earth had rumbled like some furious earth god, and he?d been unable to keep himself standing, the trembling of the earth bringing him to his belly. The hare, too, had experienced the loss of balance, and the terror of a predator and an earthquake combined had done the creature in. When the quaking had ceased, Sarak could care less about food, more worried about more quakes being on the list of events.

Thus far, only a few of Valhalla were injured that he knew of. He himself had mild bruising on the brisket from the abrupt meeting of his chest and the ground during the worst of the shaking. No one was dead, thankfully, and slowly, things were returning to normal. Almost normal. There was one new thing he needed to add to his daily schedule of living; Lyrics Hunting training. He?d delayed in beginning her tutoring, and he didn?t need to delay any longer, or he would be in trouble. So here he was, on a mild beginning of autumn morning, when the dew still sparkled on the ground, and a bit of mist rose from the earth as the morning heat drew it up.

Finally, he reached a spot in the plains, near the meeting area, and sent up a call for his student. If she was anything like her mother, she would be hunting bison with everyone else in no time flat. For today, he would teach her tracking, which would also be an essential addition to fighting, and tracking your enemy without being detected.

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