[Closed] Bit of a Boar
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2020 4:36 am
11 in the Morning, 3rd day of Loshis
Rainy season was not Maro's particularly favorite type of weather, oh sure he realized the water it brings reinvigorated the forests and farmlands, thus in turn easing plants to nourish their thirst an grow proper whilst in turn letting animals and people know their food supplies grow steady. In fact it even helped them hunt as the lightly misty conditions helped masked their scent or so Maro was repeatedly told as he tracked the footprints of his quarry.in the muddy trail left behind.
Boar prints, while the creatures where shorter than deer their hooves boar quite a similarity differentiated by the width of the hooves themselves and the distance between their footsteps. The muddy steps gave an indication that it might have been recent but with humid conditions it was hard to tell, it could have bee a couple of hours since.
There being barley any light in the woods certainly didn't help any, the Wraithwood's was dark enough at the best of times, now with the rainy season and a light mist? It was a dim darkness that he and his hunting partner of the day were forced to go through as they followed the tracks.
Nanja, of his generation she was the youngest, but was a promising shot albeit she still needed work on her tracking skills. Maro felt it balanced out the fact he was a better tracker if a poorer shot in comparison, though a hint of irritation in the back of his mind told him he'd rather be better at both.
"The path goes here"
He muttered aloud, their steps taking them through a thicket, damp water sliding onto Maro's hands as he pushed away some leaves, their boots leaving a squelching sound in their wake
"The path goes here"
"I can see that mung, I've got eyes"
Maro withheld a sigh, opting to roll his eyes while she wasn't looking. Being called stupid was uncalled for he felt, he was just making sure she was on the right track even if it was obvious. Least she didn't use the words he didn't understand, Nanja was thoughtful like that, always sure to insult you in a word you knew in either tongue rather than leave you in the dark.
Oh he wished he could insult her back with words she didn't understand. Might even the score.
Instead he focused on the tracts, traces of mud upon the grass and overgrown roots giving them a destination to follow. grass soon gave to more dirt, dirt untouched by recent rainfall but definitely disturbed by the placement of the dirt if Maro had any judge of it, the creatures footsteps joined by another as they made their way somewhere, foraging for food perhaps.
"Well be happy to know that these hoofprints seem fresh, and that Maro is not guiding you astray"
"You mean like that time you tricked me into going towards a skunks den?"
"You asked Maro if he saw any dens for some small game, not my his fault you didn't ask which small game"
He defended smugly, which earned a slight smack to the back of his head by her bow. Worth it he felt, though he was sure she was overexaggerating. The incident was two years ago after all, and the smell only lingered a month!
Oh how little appreciation his fami shows him.
Boar prints, while the creatures where shorter than deer their hooves boar quite a similarity differentiated by the width of the hooves themselves and the distance between their footsteps. The muddy steps gave an indication that it might have been recent but with humid conditions it was hard to tell, it could have bee a couple of hours since.
There being barley any light in the woods certainly didn't help any, the Wraithwood's was dark enough at the best of times, now with the rainy season and a light mist? It was a dim darkness that he and his hunting partner of the day were forced to go through as they followed the tracks.
Nanja, of his generation she was the youngest, but was a promising shot albeit she still needed work on her tracking skills. Maro felt it balanced out the fact he was a better tracker if a poorer shot in comparison, though a hint of irritation in the back of his mind told him he'd rather be better at both.
"The path goes here"
He muttered aloud, their steps taking them through a thicket, damp water sliding onto Maro's hands as he pushed away some leaves, their boots leaving a squelching sound in their wake
"The path goes here"
"I can see that mung, I've got eyes"
Maro withheld a sigh, opting to roll his eyes while she wasn't looking. Being called stupid was uncalled for he felt, he was just making sure she was on the right track even if it was obvious. Least she didn't use the words he didn't understand, Nanja was thoughtful like that, always sure to insult you in a word you knew in either tongue rather than leave you in the dark.
Oh he wished he could insult her back with words she didn't understand. Might even the score.
Instead he focused on the tracts, traces of mud upon the grass and overgrown roots giving them a destination to follow. grass soon gave to more dirt, dirt untouched by recent rainfall but definitely disturbed by the placement of the dirt if Maro had any judge of it, the creatures footsteps joined by another as they made their way somewhere, foraging for food perhaps.
"Well be happy to know that these hoofprints seem fresh, and that Maro is not guiding you astray"
"You mean like that time you tricked me into going towards a skunks den?"
"You asked Maro if he saw any dens for some small game, not my his fault you didn't ask which small game"
He defended smugly, which earned a slight smack to the back of his head by her bow. Worth it he felt, though he was sure she was overexaggerating. The incident was two years ago after all, and the smell only lingered a month!
Oh how little appreciation his fami shows him.