a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
The others gathered in their shifts and Marcus was ready to go. He listened as Deimos relayed the information, remembering the group of hunters that his father had briefly mentioned going out. Without a form to track scent, the young hybrid took to the skies.
Marcus leveled his wings and slowed, trading speed for precision. Scouting wasn’t about covering ground fast — it was about seeing what didn’t belong. He let the wind carry him in a broad grid, carving invisible lines across the tundra while his sharp eyes combed every break in the white below.
Luxere trails were usually easy to read from above: soft branching paths, clustered movement, gentle patterns where hooves pressed and wandered. But pursuit changed those shapes. Driven herds stretched into narrow lines. Panic scattered them. If four hunters had followed, there would be heavier steps cutting through.
He flicked his eyes towards the fiery bird for a moment an clacked his beak in appreciation for the help.
Marcus scout’s in the sky with Caly
Marcus leveled his wings and slowed, trading speed for precision. Scouting wasn’t about covering ground fast — it was about seeing what didn’t belong. He let the wind carry him in a broad grid, carving invisible lines across the tundra while his sharp eyes combed every break in the white below.
Luxere trails were usually easy to read from above: soft branching paths, clustered movement, gentle patterns where hooves pressed and wandered. But pursuit changed those shapes. Driven herds stretched into narrow lines. Panic scattered them. If four hunters had followed, there would be heavier steps cutting through.
He flicked his eyes towards the fiery bird for a moment an clacked his beak in appreciation for the help.
Marcus scout’s in the sky with Caly
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