With only a few hours of daylight left, she decides it best to find a place to make camp. She had been tracking since early morning, and from the impressions, the beast she was after was either extremely large for it's size, or it had a rider. Either way, she intended to find out.
Someone, or some thing had come a little too close to her camp the night prior. Whom, or whatever it was, was either skilled enough or silent enough to elude discovery. Auriana had been on the train since day break. Moving quietly, does not mean quickly. The only way to close the gap was she now had to be the one to move in the shadows of night fall. Or lay bait.
Being stalked, much less intruded upon in her sleep was not something that sat well with her. Had it not been for the coeurl sleeping not a few fulms from her, things could have gotten lively. Thankful to have her hunting companion in her camp during the night, she meant to make her point once she caught up to the intruder.
Perfect. A small stream flowing through the landscape, with a nice little clearing near the rocks. Quickly, she made her camp. The small fire burning, and the smell of food cooking should be just enough. Using leaves and what small, thin brush she could gather, she stuffed her bed roll.
Near the site, a tall oak stood lending it's branches as shelter. One last look around, she scales the tree until she can see far beyond the rocks. With only an hour of daylight left, she decided to use this time to calm her mind as she takes out the little book..
A simple hunt, to get some food that isn't questionable turns into a hunt of another sort. Who or whatever came to the camp last night will undoubtedly return. I could stalk through the night myself, but also risk being discovered. They will return.
I do not like being stalked, and I enjoy what little sleep I can manage to get being disturbed by visitors in the dark. I hope this works..
She then puts the book away and leans her head back against the trunk, closing her eyes. She lets out a deep breath and relaxes herself, tuning her senses into the sounds of the forest. Finding the cool breeze and the rustling of the leaves indeed relaxing, she drifts off. Nearly two hours pass, and she hears the coeurls' low growl.
Quickly, Auriana opens her eyes and scans the forest floor below. The fire almost out, she can make out shadows and shapes. It would have to be enough. Making a barely audible clicking sound with her tongue, she calls the coeurl off who retreats into the brush. "Now it begins.." she would think to herself.
Readying her bow, her senses sharp she hears the snap of a twig. Expecting thieves or worse to bear down upon the heap under the bed roll, she quietly draws the bow back. But what exits the brush, gives her pause. A young Miqo'te sneaks out from under a bush, and crawls towards her pack. Auriana watches in amazement as the tiny hand opens the front flap and steals a piece of fruit before shrinking back into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
Her eyes search for the figure, but does not find what they are searching for. Instead, she can hear a whisper then the sound of something eating what was moments ago, her fruit. It had obviously been taken to feed a mount, or perhaps the little one's companion. Not unlike the coeurl that she had come to think of as an unnamed friend.
Auriana lets the bow down and begins to laugh as she leans her head back against the trunk. Hearing the laughter the young Miqo'te shouts through the trees, "I'm sorry! Thank you for the fruit!!" Auriana just chuckles and climbs back down, giving a full moments thought to the reckless young one.
Someone, or some thing had come a little too close to her camp the night prior. Whom, or whatever it was, was either skilled enough or silent enough to elude discovery. Auriana had been on the train since day break. Moving quietly, does not mean quickly. The only way to close the gap was she now had to be the one to move in the shadows of night fall. Or lay bait.
Being stalked, much less intruded upon in her sleep was not something that sat well with her. Had it not been for the coeurl sleeping not a few fulms from her, things could have gotten lively. Thankful to have her hunting companion in her camp during the night, she meant to make her point once she caught up to the intruder.
Perfect. A small stream flowing through the landscape, with a nice little clearing near the rocks. Quickly, she made her camp. The small fire burning, and the smell of food cooking should be just enough. Using leaves and what small, thin brush she could gather, she stuffed her bed roll.
Near the site, a tall oak stood lending it's branches as shelter. One last look around, she scales the tree until she can see far beyond the rocks. With only an hour of daylight left, she decided to use this time to calm her mind as she takes out the little book..
A simple hunt, to get some food that isn't questionable turns into a hunt of another sort. Who or whatever came to the camp last night will undoubtedly return. I could stalk through the night myself, but also risk being discovered. They will return.
I do not like being stalked, and I enjoy what little sleep I can manage to get being disturbed by visitors in the dark. I hope this works..
She then puts the book away and leans her head back against the trunk, closing her eyes. She lets out a deep breath and relaxes herself, tuning her senses into the sounds of the forest. Finding the cool breeze and the rustling of the leaves indeed relaxing, she drifts off. Nearly two hours pass, and she hears the coeurls' low growl.
Quickly, Auriana opens her eyes and scans the forest floor below. The fire almost out, she can make out shadows and shapes. It would have to be enough. Making a barely audible clicking sound with her tongue, she calls the coeurl off who retreats into the brush. "Now it begins.." she would think to herself.
Readying her bow, her senses sharp she hears the snap of a twig. Expecting thieves or worse to bear down upon the heap under the bed roll, she quietly draws the bow back. But what exits the brush, gives her pause. A young Miqo'te sneaks out from under a bush, and crawls towards her pack. Auriana watches in amazement as the tiny hand opens the front flap and steals a piece of fruit before shrinking back into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
Her eyes search for the figure, but does not find what they are searching for. Instead, she can hear a whisper then the sound of something eating what was moments ago, her fruit. It had obviously been taken to feed a mount, or perhaps the little one's companion. Not unlike the coeurl that she had come to think of as an unnamed friend.
Auriana lets the bow down and begins to laugh as she leans her head back against the trunk. Hearing the laughter the young Miqo'te shouts through the trees, "I'm sorry! Thank you for the fruit!!" Auriana just chuckles and climbs back down, giving a full moments thought to the reckless young one.
