Fall 82nd 512 AV It was his sixth day on the hunt and Leaf was starting to get just a tad tired of tracking his quarry as well as just a little wary of the trees and mountains and caves. There was said to be a killer on the loose and he had to watch his step or end up as prey. Crouching, Leaf surveyed the nearby ground intensely. There were prints all over from deer, rabbits, wolves and everything else. Scat nearby, against a tree, and a few broken branches still green told him that something, anything, had come by here recently. However, he wasn't a tracker and had no idea what he was seeing. His eyes were better in the sky, staring down and following the prey clearly rather than the footprints. He couldn't tell what was fresh from what was old. Running a hand through the messy crop of his hair, Leaf sighed. His stomach growled and he mimicked it before reaching into his pack and taking out a chunk of hard, dried meat. He shoved the rest into his pack and rose to his feet to stretch, cracking his back and shaking himself good. Taking another deep breath he continued on, plunging through the trees and hoping he was still hunting that beautiful fifteen-point buck he had followed from the Unforgiving. Bells passed and the sun grew uneasingly sweltering. Hunting like this on foot wasn't his forte, not at all, and eying up the trees now, he considered something easier and more natural to him. Scaling the branches of a thick conifer was difficult. The little needles and sticky sap was uncomfortable, to say the least, and he had spent a good few chimes at the base of the tree just trying to get the hang of climbing without falling on his rear and making a fool of himself to the prey that might be watching. Now, at the lowest hanging branch and tucked against the trunk, Leaf sucked a needle out of his hand and surveyed the new angle with great appreciation before removing his bow from his back and stringing it. Fitting an arrow to the bow, Leaf waited. |