The courier was quiet as he headed out to the Tundra with @Delia, a glum expression on his face that only lightened a little while he rode the runners of the sled, dogs racing ahead as they flew over the icy, hard-packed snow. As soon as they slowed near the stand of gnarled pines the weight seemed to fall back over him and he went mechanically about settling them safely in place for the hours the humans expected to be gone.
"Alright, we can head out whenever," he called to his friend as Boreal soared lazily, high overhead. The dragon kept a weather-eye out on the area around them, searching for any opportunistic predator that might try to turn the hunters into the hunted. "Where d'you want to start?" Delia had directed them out to this area, but Tal still wasn't clear on what they were hunting today. Aside from ningo and snow hares, he'd usually left the big game hunting to the professionals of the Citadel.
Well, aside from that ursur he'd slain for Frey. But he shied away from the memory of that with a wince and a stubborn set of his jaw as he glared at a particularly stunted little tree at the edge of the grove.
"Alright, we can head out whenever," he called to his friend as Boreal soared lazily, high overhead. The dragon kept a weather-eye out on the area around them, searching for any opportunistic predator that might try to turn the hunters into the hunted. "Where d'you want to start?" Delia had directed them out to this area, but Tal still wasn't clear on what they were hunting today. Aside from ningo and snow hares, he'd usually left the big game hunting to the professionals of the Citadel.
Well, aside from that ursur he'd slain for Frey. But he shied away from the memory of that with a wince and a stubborn set of his jaw as he glared at a particularly stunted little tree at the edge of the grove.
