Let's Get Some Grub!
The first man to arrive was, of course, none other than Bass himself. Being a father of five was surely no easy task, and the calico found a bit of amusement in seeing how the Azat of Abaven handled himself around the children. They were a unique lot from what Allen could see from a distance, fascinated by the little lives that followed their father about. They seemed to be such sweet little thing, making the calico long even more for children of his own. Allen would give a good nature chuckle, the older man gently bumping Bass with his muzzle.
“I thought it would be nice to get our minds off things for a little while.” He would say softly. “Besides, I figured everyone could use a bite to eat, with so many of us Abaven’s being young ones.”
Though, to Allen’s disappointment, only one other would show. Bass’ sister, one he didn’t know personally, though seemed to be a pretty little thing. He was actually surprised she was not a young mother herself. The calico would dip his head back to her, and after a few more brief moments of seeing that none had arrived would give a sigh and spoke.
“Looks like it’s just us. Bass, miss Rhythm, shall we then? There is a small herd that has made it’s way here near the rapids. It looks to be moving slow, a couple of the deer seem to be lame, possibly due to the harsh conditions of winter. Picking one of them off shouldn’t be too much trouble, and it will help the herd as well. ” The man hoped Bass didn’t mind him keeping in control of the hunt, though he’d shift control of the hunt to the Azat. Setting off towards the water, Allen would keep speaking.
“We’ll head towards the herd and cut the target in a pincer movement. Bass to the right, Rhythm to the left, and I’ll come up behind and add my weight to drag the beast down. Rhythm, would you like the honor of the killing blow?” The man would ask, flashing her a gentle smile. |
| Table by:: Tealah |