Tal might not have understood the peryton's yodel, but Boreal's head shot up and she snorted in understanding before reaching out to grab her human's hand - gently - and tug him hurriedly back to the hunt. The courier winced and let himself be led along, knowing better than to pull back against those sharp teeth. "Yeah, I get it, back to work. Head up and see if you can spot anything from above." The dragon gave him an affectionate side-eye to make sure he was on task before letting him go and trotting ahead so she could take off without swirling up more ash around him. Tal rubbed his hand ruefully and padded after her, looking around with sharp eyes to see what he could see.
Closer to the ground, the courier spotted one a few seconds before Boreal did. She started to angle towards hers, but Tal called her back with a mental whistle. He'd spotted a little lava wyrm napping atop a basalt column thrusting up from the Crust like a dead tree and the placement was too good to pass up. Pulling a second pot out of his Bag, he pulled the lid back and tip toed towards the snoozing beastie. It cocked a glowing yellow eye at him from its safety atop its perch--
But the sudden rush of wings and gleeful roar that swept down towards it from behind sent it leaping down and away and Tal made an adroit dash to catch it in his pot. It almost managed to bounce itself back out before he could get the lid down, but the courier was just barely fast enough - if at the cost of a singed thumb.
Adding the second pot to the net of iron, he grinned at his smug dragon and sucked on his burn, shaking it off as he started to look around for Deimos. Boreal helpfully led the way back towards Belial's voice, Tal trotting in her wake. "Hey Deimos! We got two! How are you guys doin'?"
Closer to the ground, the courier spotted one a few seconds before Boreal did. She started to angle towards hers, but Tal called her back with a mental whistle. He'd spotted a little lava wyrm napping atop a basalt column thrusting up from the Crust like a dead tree and the placement was too good to pass up. Pulling a second pot out of his Bag, he pulled the lid back and tip toed towards the snoozing beastie. It cocked a glowing yellow eye at him from its safety atop its perch--
But the sudden rush of wings and gleeful roar that swept down towards it from behind sent it leaping down and away and Tal made an adroit dash to catch it in his pot. It almost managed to bounce itself back out before he could get the lid down, but the courier was just barely fast enough - if at the cost of a singed thumb.
Adding the second pot to the net of iron, he grinned at his smug dragon and sucked on his burn, shaking it off as he started to look around for Deimos. Boreal helpfully led the way back towards Belial's voice, Tal trotting in her wake. "Hey Deimos! We got two! How are you guys doin'?"
