Jaystep wrote:After a quick discussion about the boundaries and where each one of them would go for hunting, Syrune glided down out of the hollow, followed by Ambyra moments later. The red-tail headed North, opting to hunt for herself deeper in the marshes with the hopes of catching a snake. The young falhawk went for the simpler opting, wanting to avoid crocodiles, and looked to the East for dry land and a rabbit.
Ambyra did not wait to hear her brother's decision on hunting, and left as soon as possible. She needed a few moments away from them both right now, as did Syrune. With all three of them separate hunting was easy and quick. Ambyra found the rabbit she wanted, and Syrune had caught a pair of small snakes, but instead of heading right back to the temporary hollow, Syrune took her time getting a drink by the marsh. Ambyra, too, took longer than usual to gather her thoughts. She observed the marsh from a distance, wondering why it was the only place that was spared the full effect of Agathar's quest for water. Almost all of the Pridelands had been reduced to a shriveled wasteland spare for a few creeks scattered about, whereas the Muckwaters still retained most of it's marsh. Maybe the water was permanently engraved in the ecosystem, and no amount of draining could ever take it away. Maybe the water wasn't good enough for whatever Agathar needed it for... or maybe he had simply overlooked it? Ambyra couldn't decide, gliding lazily over the treetops.
Upon climbing over a small hill, Ambyra's eyes tricked her for a moment into believing she had happened upon a very thick and small forest of equally spaced branches. It took several seconds before she noticed that it wasn't a cluster of trees up ahead, but rather one large single tree in the center of the woods. Curious, she banked downwards and headed closer.
With both of the females out of the hollow before he could say where he was hunting, Nykoru watched after them a moment before gliding to the Southwest. Unlike Ambyra, he was hoping to get at least a glimpse of a crocodile, having never seen one before and being interested in such a creature. But he planned to stay as far away from it, should he find one, as possible. He didn't need to become something else's breakfast while he was trying to find his own.
As Nykoru soared over the wetlands, he thought back on the argument at the hollow. Now that he was alone and could think clearly, he cringed inwardly at his own actions. What was done was done, and he would forever stand by his words, but he did feel ashamed for the feelings he brought about. Not wanting to confront this negative emotion just yet, the young falhawk put his focus on hunting. In just a short amount of time, he caught an otter and perched on a low branch to eat it.
As he ate, Nykoru lazily gazed around the area, taking in the mushy, watery ground and the unfamiliar plants that grew from them. There were so many frogs, he noticed, hopping across the ground and swimming through the water. He had never seen a frog before, but he recognized them from a book he had read. As he glanced from one amphibian to the next, his gaze was drawn by a larger creature with long quills growing out of its back shambling across the dryer ground. A porcupine, another animal Nykoru had read about. What a fascinating defense mechanism.
And little did he know that when this porcupine was just a cub, he helped a python make a mouse trap out of his own quills.
Finally, the uncomfortable feeling of laying on her side for too long was what woke the scarred she-wolf up. She blinked open her dark blue eyes and lifted her head to yawn. After closing her muzzle, she slid off the tree root to lay fully on the ground. After a look around, she realized she did not recognize her surroundings. But strangely, that didn't faze her. But she did feel disoriented, confused about how she got there and where she was going. Did she even have somewhere she needed to be? Was there someone waiting for her?
Unable to come up with an answer, she decided it was probably not. So then...what should she do, now that she's awake? Standing up felt like a good first step, so she did.
The she-wolf walked a few feet from the Elder Tree. She moved her head slowly from side to side and sniffed the air for... For what? Not even she knew. She looked as lost as she felt.