They covered ground at a steady pace, avoiding use of the Web so that the non-striders could keep apace. Merevaika’s Eryunt fell into step on the left side, while her Denviel took up a position at the rear, apparently unwilling to grow too close to the white she-wolf on Shahar’s right. But that was alright; the most important task now was simply closing the distance between them and the river, and that was something the entire group accomplished seamlessly.
Though Shahar sent regular flashes of inquiry alright? to Snow, she didn’t seem too winded by the travel; although she wasn’t nearly as fast as Tuka and wouldn’t be able to keep up with a strider tapping into the Web, she proved herself to possess incredible endurance when it came to distance; the first few ticks of running had been uneasy, with that had quickly faded once she settled into the rhythm of the group’s travel. Shahar could even feel a few flickers of enjoyment didn’t know could do this, underlaid with a hint of pride.
Nevertheless, they slowed down considerable when they came to the trampled earth and clipped grass. It had been made some hours ago, and while this herd was certainly within riding distance, it was headed towards the river. It was entirely possible that it had split in that time; to truly know the movements of the many animals that were moving south to avoid the oncoming winter, bells of scouting would be required.
Bells of scouting, or ticks of webbing.
“We could go after these,” an option, all options open. “Another half-bell to find them, and then more to trap them.” But, more options, small time, searching. Others possible close, don’t know. “I will go into the Web,” short time, not long, staying still resting time. “I will look for all the herds here, and see what they are doing and where they are.”
He slowed their canter to a trot, urging Akaidras towards a thick, thorny bush to begin his search.
Just as he arrived, something occurred to him. He turned, faced Merevaika and gestured to the thornbush.
“That bush,” he said, useful, defense. “The thorns are good.” Desire to teach, information. If already know, apologies. “Only small animals can get through thornbushes. Rabbits, squirrels, snakes.” Small non-dangerous. “Big animals get caught, and avoid it. Lions, bears, glassbeaks.” They will not go through. “Sometimes, hunting, I take the bush and put it around my camp. It keeps many dangers away.” He brought Akaidras to a halt and dismounted. “Here if I web,” keep my back to it, “nothing will attack from behind.”
Though Shahar sent regular flashes of inquiry alright? to Snow, she didn’t seem too winded by the travel; although she wasn’t nearly as fast as Tuka and wouldn’t be able to keep up with a strider tapping into the Web, she proved herself to possess incredible endurance when it came to distance; the first few ticks of running had been uneasy, with that had quickly faded once she settled into the rhythm of the group’s travel. Shahar could even feel a few flickers of enjoyment didn’t know could do this, underlaid with a hint of pride.
Nevertheless, they slowed down considerable when they came to the trampled earth and clipped grass. It had been made some hours ago, and while this herd was certainly within riding distance, it was headed towards the river. It was entirely possible that it had split in that time; to truly know the movements of the many animals that were moving south to avoid the oncoming winter, bells of scouting would be required.
Bells of scouting, or ticks of webbing.
“We could go after these,” an option, all options open. “Another half-bell to find them, and then more to trap them.” But, more options, small time, searching. Others possible close, don’t know. “I will go into the Web,” short time, not long, staying still resting time. “I will look for all the herds here, and see what they are doing and where they are.”
He slowed their canter to a trot, urging Akaidras towards a thick, thorny bush to begin his search.
Just as he arrived, something occurred to him. He turned, faced Merevaika and gestured to the thornbush.
“That bush,” he said, useful, defense. “The thorns are good.” Desire to teach, information. If already know, apologies. “Only small animals can get through thornbushes. Rabbits, squirrels, snakes.” Small non-dangerous. “Big animals get caught, and avoid it. Lions, bears, glassbeaks.” They will not go through. “Sometimes, hunting, I take the bush and put it around my camp. It keeps many dangers away.” He brought Akaidras to a halt and dismounted. “Here if I web,” keep my back to it, “nothing will attack from behind.”