He was momentarily distracted by a circling bird—it was a bird of prey, that much he could tell from its movement, but it was difficult to make out the type in the awkward light (or lack thereof). Thus, he didn't notice the fox as it quietly made its way across, nor did the dogs—sleeping among the goats—notice it.
After a couple of seconds his senses pricked, something in him becoming aware of another presence. It could've been anything, really; a scent he didn't know he registered, the faint, faint warmth radiating off the small animal, the sound of its breathing... Regardless of what it was, he found himself glancing down, and—
There was the not-only a fox fox, as pristine and fluffy as usual and looking mightily pleased with itself. Rory snorted, amused. "Well, aren't you proud of yourself," he said with a grin, pulling off a mitten and bending down to offer it his hand and a scratch of greeting. Attuned or some weird spirit that had attached itself to him, it obviously seemed to enjoy the physical attention he gave it, and Rory shamelessly enjoyed giving it. At some point he had decided that if the fox didn't like it and kept fooling him into doing it anyway, then, well, then the fox was the idiot and not Rory.
But in his heart, he hoped that was not the case. He hoped that he was not being played for a fool.
Beyond that, he didn't know what he was hoping for.
He glanced up towards the bird of prey again, to see if it had disappeared yet, and to his surprise found it descending—a hawk, he could tell by the shape of its wings and tail—and coming rather directly towards them. Attuned? Either that, or it was coming to take his face off. Rory watched it warily, ready to throw his arms across his face, but as it came closer, it spread its wings, and...
And very, very elegantly turned into Remi, with his cheeks rosy and eyes bright.
Rory's emotions did something complicated. Envy, as always. He hadn't known Remi was Attuned, he had shifted out of hawk form before Rory had found them on their first day in Caido, but it was a familiar, though bitter, revelation at this point. Aside from that, well.. He chose not to think about it, and wished the fox was tall enough for him to rest his hand on its shoulders.
"Remi!" he said happily, only to be distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning around he found a stranger in his yard, but she looked ready, carrying her own bow and quiver with her. His eyes swept across her once, approving. She obviously knew Remi, greeting him first, which made Rory both feel a bit like a third wheel—in his own bloody home—and put him to the conclusion that she was an Outlander. Though, at this point.. she probably could've been a native that Remi had just gotten to know.
It wasn't unheard of, after all.
"Hello. I'm Rory. And yes, that is the plan. Make your shots count. I get the hides, you get almost all of the meat, divide it however you please among you."
And if they had issues with that, well, fuck 'em, he'd sic a goat or something on them.
Still, he laid his terms out rather pleasantly, just knowing from experience that it was better to say it now and have them work out any issues here, rather than have them start bloody fights over the corpses. It got real ugly when people were afraid, and only idiots weren't afraid of the Long Night.
Then again.. he doubted either of them had any sense to be afraid of the Long Night, not having experienced it for themselves. Rory shuddered slightly at the memories.
Barring any arguments, Rory led them out into the forest to look for tracks.
I am terrified of running this thing FYI, what if it ends up being *super boring*
Anyway. I'm guessing Remi will become the hawk and scout ahead? In which case he'll come across some decently fresh tracks, seems to be a group of 2-3 deer. Meanwhile, Jigano, Rory and Vervain won't find any deer tracks just now, but there's plenty of old smells and tiny rodents about.
After a couple of seconds his senses pricked, something in him becoming aware of another presence. It could've been anything, really; a scent he didn't know he registered, the faint, faint warmth radiating off the small animal, the sound of its breathing... Regardless of what it was, he found himself glancing down, and—
There was the not-only a fox fox, as pristine and fluffy as usual and looking mightily pleased with itself. Rory snorted, amused. "Well, aren't you proud of yourself," he said with a grin, pulling off a mitten and bending down to offer it his hand and a scratch of greeting. Attuned or some weird spirit that had attached itself to him, it obviously seemed to enjoy the physical attention he gave it, and Rory shamelessly enjoyed giving it. At some point he had decided that if the fox didn't like it and kept fooling him into doing it anyway, then, well, then the fox was the idiot and not Rory.
But in his heart, he hoped that was not the case. He hoped that he was not being played for a fool.
Beyond that, he didn't know what he was hoping for.
He glanced up towards the bird of prey again, to see if it had disappeared yet, and to his surprise found it descending—a hawk, he could tell by the shape of its wings and tail—and coming rather directly towards them. Attuned? Either that, or it was coming to take his face off. Rory watched it warily, ready to throw his arms across his face, but as it came closer, it spread its wings, and...
And very, very elegantly turned into Remi, with his cheeks rosy and eyes bright.
Rory's emotions did something complicated. Envy, as always. He hadn't known Remi was Attuned, he had shifted out of hawk form before Rory had found them on their first day in Caido, but it was a familiar, though bitter, revelation at this point. Aside from that, well.. He chose not to think about it, and wished the fox was tall enough for him to rest his hand on its shoulders.
"Remi!" he said happily, only to be distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning around he found a stranger in his yard, but she looked ready, carrying her own bow and quiver with her. His eyes swept across her once, approving. She obviously knew Remi, greeting him first, which made Rory both feel a bit like a third wheel—in his own bloody home—and put him to the conclusion that she was an Outlander. Though, at this point.. she probably could've been a native that Remi had just gotten to know.
It wasn't unheard of, after all.
"Hello. I'm Rory. And yes, that is the plan. Make your shots count. I get the hides, you get almost all of the meat, divide it however you please among you."
And if they had issues with that, well, fuck 'em, he'd sic a goat or something on them.
Still, he laid his terms out rather pleasantly, just knowing from experience that it was better to say it now and have them work out any issues here, rather than have them start bloody fights over the corpses. It got real ugly when people were afraid, and only idiots weren't afraid of the Long Night.
Then again.. he doubted either of them had any sense to be afraid of the Long Night, not having experienced it for themselves. Rory shuddered slightly at the memories.
Barring any arguments, Rory led them out into the forest to look for tracks.
I am terrified of running this thing FYI, what if it ends up being *super boring*
Anyway. I'm guessing Remi will become the hawk and scout ahead? In which case he'll come across some decently fresh tracks, seems to be a group of 2-3 deer. Meanwhile, Jigano, Rory and Vervain won't find any deer tracks just now, but there's plenty of old smells and tiny rodents about.
