Heeding the word of the master was... difficult for the wolf, at best. What with the various scents of the woodlands beckoning, the promise of a hunt with a reward of delectable meat... it was a wonder the creature hadn't sprinted off the moment the hunter’s back was turned. But like a loyal thing, she remained a guard, albeit a pacing one, in wait for he familiar dark scales to return.Â
Stark cerulean eyes honed on any that ventured near the wolf, though few were bold enough to stand before it, let alone attempt to shoo it away. Occasionally it would catch the eye of one adventurer, perhaps overly confident or ignorant to its ferocity, but then they too would wander away leaving the creature in a state of waiting still.
It grumbled soundly as the first gleams of the waning light glinted off the metal gate, calling to the end of the day. It stood more attentive then, looking away from the forest and more it the town, its eyes dancing to each face til it fell upon its master's own.
Stark cerulean eyes honed on any that ventured near the wolf, though few were bold enough to stand before it, let alone attempt to shoo it away. Occasionally it would catch the eye of one adventurer, perhaps overly confident or ignorant to its ferocity, but then they too would wander away leaving the creature in a state of waiting still.
It grumbled soundly as the first gleams of the waning light glinted off the metal gate, calling to the end of the day. It stood more attentive then, looking away from the forest and more it the town, its eyes dancing to each face til it fell upon its master's own.
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No hunter would sense would dare take to the wilds without information from the huntmaster, for who better to refer to than those that dwelt in the hunting lands? There was a lightness to the woman's step as she approached headlong, raising a callused hand in greeting to draw his attention. Â He smiled in turn then pointed a finger towards his face.Â
"Still on with that?" He chuckled, watching as she brought the hand to her face.Â
Under her touch was the polished flesh of wood, knicked and scratched, well weathered but smooth when flowed with the grain. Her head tilted slightly. "...expect other?" The broken vernacular of the Eorzean tongue forced itself above a whisper, the song-like tone of her tribe for a moment forgotten. "...if gone... would not know this one-" she pointed then to herself. "...None to share hunt tale..."
The two shared a light laugh before the master of the hunt cleared his throat. "Right then. What're ya looking fer this time? Aevis? Bigger?"Â
"...meat eh...bigger goat..." She raised her hands above her head then curled them slightly as if miming a pair of horns. Â
The male looked at her, trying not to laugh at her display but left a few peals slip. "Aye aye... the loagthans. Their in rut now so ye can probably pick off tha straggler males. I'm sure ya know, just follow the females and keep yer distance. Yer huntin' dog with you?"
The woman click her tongue. "...is wolf... and aye."
"Right right sorry...well just keep it down wind ya? Don't need it causes a stampede in the tow- is... is that it there?!"
