With no objections from the Endal and Azira basically waving her off, Khara quickly retreated from the two, though a glance around the site didn't give her a whole lot in terms of which direction to go. Perimeter it is, then, she decided, a bit self-conscious over which direction she set off in. She hadn't gotten too far when she heard Sira comment on the lack of other dangerous creatures and felt some of the tension that had been rebuilding in her ease off again. Thank Caiyha for small miracles.
The game scout began around the edges of the camp, just outside of the cleared area, eyes scanning ground and nearby flora for any signs of something having moved through the area. Despite the lack of Inarta presence the last few days, it didn't seem much like the animals in the area were even remotely interested in the site. Any signs of life had long since passed and the only prints she found were almost faded and obviously boot-shaped.
As she rounded roughly a third of the space, the girl came across a pine cone that had been freshly pulled apart. Not exactly the sort of thing she was looking for, but at least it proved the area wasn't totally barren. The small teeth marks and scattered bits hardly hinted at large game and a look around lead the small bits of debris to a tree. A hint of movement caught her eye. Bushy tail, beady eyes...Great. A squirrel was hardly what they had come out to The Unforgiving for. The rabbits closer to Wind Reach probably had more meat on them. The creature angrily chattered at her before darting upwards into higher branches and caused the girl to roll her eyes. Like you're worth the trouble.
Khara continued her small round, glancing back toward the other two for an instant. She wasn't within range of hearing them clearly any longer and she could only wonder at what the Endal and the Avora were discussing. None of your business either way, sparrow. The thought was enough to shove her back towards her set task, redoubling her efforts at finding something.
As she neared where she had begun, a small bit of worry began to tug at her. Sure Sira had said that she would take to the skies if Khara didn't find anything, sure there was a possibility that maybe there was just nothing to find, but that didn't mean it was any less of a failure on the scout's part. Only a handful of yards stood between her and completing the slow circle and Khara was fairly certain she was going to have to return without much except that petching squirrel to report on when suddenly an area of disturbed ground caught her eye.
The scout crouched down near the area, fingertips brushing away extra pine needles and dirt to reveal a rather familiar looking print. It was similar to the moose she had tracked the prior Summer, but much much smaller. Fainter too, her thoughts added. It didn't help that there seemed to be quite a number of the prints as well, overlapping each other but none exactly appearing to be any newer than the others. Maybe multiple then? Not a moose though, these are way too small. Not the elk either, probably. Deer maybe? Her mind raced, each thought barely able to finish before the next came. Either way, it was something and that was better than nothing. Maybe one of the huntresses would have a better idea if they were worth looking into?
The decision on whether to walk back over or otherwise signal that she had found something was thankfully avoided as she looked up and caught one of the thankful moments the others were looking in her direction. Gods, how long have they been watching me? Khara tried to choke down the wave of anxiety that wanted to be forced upon her with that thought and quickly brought up a hand to signal her findings.
The game scout began around the edges of the camp, just outside of the cleared area, eyes scanning ground and nearby flora for any signs of something having moved through the area. Despite the lack of Inarta presence the last few days, it didn't seem much like the animals in the area were even remotely interested in the site. Any signs of life had long since passed and the only prints she found were almost faded and obviously boot-shaped.
As she rounded roughly a third of the space, the girl came across a pine cone that had been freshly pulled apart. Not exactly the sort of thing she was looking for, but at least it proved the area wasn't totally barren. The small teeth marks and scattered bits hardly hinted at large game and a look around lead the small bits of debris to a tree. A hint of movement caught her eye. Bushy tail, beady eyes...Great. A squirrel was hardly what they had come out to The Unforgiving for. The rabbits closer to Wind Reach probably had more meat on them. The creature angrily chattered at her before darting upwards into higher branches and caused the girl to roll her eyes. Like you're worth the trouble.
Khara continued her small round, glancing back toward the other two for an instant. She wasn't within range of hearing them clearly any longer and she could only wonder at what the Endal and the Avora were discussing. None of your business either way, sparrow. The thought was enough to shove her back towards her set task, redoubling her efforts at finding something.
As she neared where she had begun, a small bit of worry began to tug at her. Sure Sira had said that she would take to the skies if Khara didn't find anything, sure there was a possibility that maybe there was just nothing to find, but that didn't mean it was any less of a failure on the scout's part. Only a handful of yards stood between her and completing the slow circle and Khara was fairly certain she was going to have to return without much except that petching squirrel to report on when suddenly an area of disturbed ground caught her eye.
The scout crouched down near the area, fingertips brushing away extra pine needles and dirt to reveal a rather familiar looking print. It was similar to the moose she had tracked the prior Summer, but much much smaller. Fainter too, her thoughts added. It didn't help that there seemed to be quite a number of the prints as well, overlapping each other but none exactly appearing to be any newer than the others. Maybe multiple then? Not a moose though, these are way too small. Not the elk either, probably. Deer maybe? Her mind raced, each thought barely able to finish before the next came. Either way, it was something and that was better than nothing. Maybe one of the huntresses would have a better idea if they were worth looking into?
The decision on whether to walk back over or otherwise signal that she had found something was thankfully avoided as she looked up and caught one of the thankful moments the others were looking in her direction. Gods, how long have they been watching me? Khara tried to choke down the wave of anxiety that wanted to be forced upon her with that thought and quickly brought up a hand to signal her findings.
"Nari" | "Common" | "Pavi"