It is, the fox affirmed with a fond respect for the masked god. Ludo isn't male or female, and the locals use 'it' for Ludo and 'them' for Frey. A quick primer on pronouns, because he'd spent months getting them wrong when he'd arrived. The guide of souls that have ended their span of life and need to travel to Mort's halls in the afterlife. A protector and meddler of memory, too. It can be as capricious as Safrin and Frey, but there's a youthful joy in it as well, he added, warning and praise all in one.
Aisha seemed like the type to work hard and come back for more, and Jigano would have given an approving bark if they hadn't come so close upon their prey. He led the way through the bushes, small and slender and, though far from inconspicuous in the fiery foliage, not big enough to startle the herd if they saw a fox sneaking around the edges fo the clearing.
Some do, some don't, he sent distractedly, playing scout as he looked for the young buck he'd had his eye on; just old enough to be troublesome to the older stags, but too young to make a successful play for most does unless he'd gotten lucky. Post-rut at the end of Leafchange, the bucks and does had returned to their shared herds and there were several males in the clearing, browsing the late-season grass as they headed for their beds.
There he is... Aisha, over here, Jigano called back through the bond as he found his mark and began a slow saunter along the edge of the underbrush, enough to distract the nearest deer - including their target - but not enough to spook them as he pretended to be hunting a mouse through the fallen leaves. Whenever you're ready!
Aisha seemed like the type to work hard and come back for more, and Jigano would have given an approving bark if they hadn't come so close upon their prey. He led the way through the bushes, small and slender and, though far from inconspicuous in the fiery foliage, not big enough to startle the herd if they saw a fox sneaking around the edges fo the clearing.
Some do, some don't, he sent distractedly, playing scout as he looked for the young buck he'd had his eye on; just old enough to be troublesome to the older stags, but too young to make a successful play for most does unless he'd gotten lucky. Post-rut at the end of Leafchange, the bucks and does had returned to their shared herds and there were several males in the clearing, browsing the late-season grass as they headed for their beds.
There he is... Aisha, over here, Jigano called back through the bond as he found his mark and began a slow saunter along the edge of the underbrush, enough to distract the nearest deer - including their target - but not enough to spook them as he pretended to be hunting a mouse through the fallen leaves. Whenever you're ready!
