He had much on his mind as he set off into the trees, leading the ground-bound hunters onto the familiar paths as the sun finally began to slip over the horizon. The fox's reaction to something—Remi or Vai, he didn't know, but the creature had suddenly pressed against his leg, ears flat. Rory knew the language well, and had looked down at it with a concerned frown, but.. what was he going to do about it? Oh sorry, give me five minutes to talk to this fox? While unhappy, the white canine wasn't making a fuss about whatever it was, so Rory felt helpless to do anything but bend down to touch a mittened hand to its spine as they set off.
And the elegant shift of Remi.. the image was burned into his mind of the man spreading his arms, leaping lightly into the air, suddenly all feathers and hollow bones. It was seared into his memory.
Then they were off, Rory having collected and strung his bow, snow crunching underfoot as the light started to slip between the trees. The lack of immediate deer tracks didn't surprise him—while they frequently had no qualms about passing close to the homestead, they preferred to stay further in. The scent of goats and smoke usually kept them out. Perhaps it was offensive to them?
Regardless, he trekked easily deeper into the forest, knowing where they were more likely to find tracks, all the while keeping an eye on both fox and hawk. He obviously didn't know what signs to look for from Remi, so he relied on Vai for that.
"He's spotted something," she suddenly said, and Rory drew to a halt, watching the bird. "Mmh," he agreed, moving his head this way and that, watching and listening. "Barely any wind. C'mon." Careful to not make too much noise Rory drifted towards Remi and where he circled, hoping his assumption of the deer's location was correct.
Soon he saw the trio of deer, and did his best to stealthily maneuver himself into a good position, waiting for Vai to take up one too. If they played this right perhaps they could fell two of the deer immediately, and Rory at least would be inclined to call that a good day's work. Signing, he indicating he'd go for the one furthest to the right, and slunk off a little further before nocking an arrow.
A sluggish hanging snake drops down gently on Vervain. If she doesn't notice and get it off it'll look for a pouch or something to curl up in.
The deer are wary, and seem like they might easily spook, approach carefully!
Honey, I don't mind if you sorta assume Rory aims and shoots at the same time as Vai, depending on how you write things out. That's his plan at least lol.
And the elegant shift of Remi.. the image was burned into his mind of the man spreading his arms, leaping lightly into the air, suddenly all feathers and hollow bones. It was seared into his memory.
Then they were off, Rory having collected and strung his bow, snow crunching underfoot as the light started to slip between the trees. The lack of immediate deer tracks didn't surprise him—while they frequently had no qualms about passing close to the homestead, they preferred to stay further in. The scent of goats and smoke usually kept them out. Perhaps it was offensive to them?
Regardless, he trekked easily deeper into the forest, knowing where they were more likely to find tracks, all the while keeping an eye on both fox and hawk. He obviously didn't know what signs to look for from Remi, so he relied on Vai for that.
"He's spotted something," she suddenly said, and Rory drew to a halt, watching the bird. "Mmh," he agreed, moving his head this way and that, watching and listening. "Barely any wind. C'mon." Careful to not make too much noise Rory drifted towards Remi and where he circled, hoping his assumption of the deer's location was correct.
Soon he saw the trio of deer, and did his best to stealthily maneuver himself into a good position, waiting for Vai to take up one too. If they played this right perhaps they could fell two of the deer immediately, and Rory at least would be inclined to call that a good day's work. Signing, he indicating he'd go for the one furthest to the right, and slunk off a little further before nocking an arrow.
A sluggish hanging snake drops down gently on Vervain. If she doesn't notice and get it off it'll look for a pouch or something to curl up in.
The deer are wary, and seem like they might easily spook, approach carefully!
Honey, I don't mind if you sorta assume Rory aims and shoots at the same time as Vai, depending on how you write things out. That's his plan at least lol.
