23rd of Fall, 515AV
Graham groaned as he rolled over on his bedroll, grumbling as he scrubbed at his eyes. It was far too early to be awake, but if he wanted to get any real hunting done, early was the best time for him to be on his way. With a yawn he rolled into a sitting position and stumbled out of his tent, pulling on his clothes as he went. Fader whined and peered up from his spot by the entrance as his master passed, and with an eerily similar, grumpy growl, the hunting dog followed him from the tent. Stretching and rolling his shoulders Graham simply enjoyed the soft morning sun and the quiet for a moment. The rest of the city was just beginning to wake, but the lack of rowdy children was more than welcome so early in the morning.
First, he went to check on Cato. The Strider was already wide awake, grazing peacefully a few meters from Graham’s tent. She looked up and nickered in greeting as he approached, passing a hand over her mane and giving her velvet like ears a good rub. Turning with a click of his tongue he moved over to where her Yvas and Yvas bags were stored along with his spare rope and torches. With a grunt he hoisted the Yvas up and over Cato’s back, buckling it carefully and making sure it was secure as she flicked her ears at him. Next he fetched breakfast for himself and his two companions, a bucket of feed for Cato, a plate of vegetable and meat scraps for Fader and a warm bowl of porridge and a hunk of bread for himself. He finished his meal quickly and checked the buckles on Cato’s Yvas for a second time. The Strider had the bad habit of holding her breath while her Yvas was fitted, resulting in it being too loose when he finally got around to mounting her. Sure enough, he could easily slip his hand between the leather straps and the horse’s chest. With a grunt he set about tightening them, ignoring Cato as she huffed sulkily into her feed.
While his two furry companions finished their breakfasts, Graham set about readying his own belongings to ride out. He shoved some food and water into his backpack, along with his eating knife. His flint and steel, tarp, rope, blanket and a torch were all packed into the Yvas bags and secured onto the Yvas. By now Cato had finished eating and wondered away to drink deeply from a nearby trough. Fader was still licking his plate, so while he waited, Graham sat down to check over his bow and arrows. Satisfied that they were all in order he stored the spare arrows into his pack, which he then slung onto his shoulders. His bow and the arrows he was more familiar with using were strapped into place over his back and he finally rocked back onto his feet from his sitting position. Finding Cato, he finally pulled himself up and onto her back, calling Fader to heel with a sharp whistle. Guiding Cato in the direction of the cities edge, he urged her into a brisk trot as they finally cleared the last of the tents.