skill: hunter

The smell of caribou hunters was in the air. That smell of musky dear and musky wolf mingling together to create something all it's own. Yaalk'ali had been around it all his life to not know it and know it well when scenting it.

For the time (though he would keep to the hunter's trail) he would allow his senses to follow something else entire: sweet smelling fruit trees, vibrant red flowing buds of willow, dipping into shallow spring waters. A quaint little grove, which he was sure to bring deer to him, if he were patient man.

As it were, he was very patient indeed. If he held certainty in the long run he would get what he came for.

[another fox. but this one is a man like herself. he moves as the vulpines do. kaede has spent too much time with yotsuba not to see it. her primrose eyes blink. her shoulders slip in seductive silence from the undergrowth. kaede shows herself, her pale form and unguarded figure. she will allow the fox-man to look at her, for she wants to gaze upon him as well. curious, this woodland. she has no urge to so quickly leave.]

another fox.

but this one is a man like herself.

he moves as the vulpines do. kaede has spent too much time with yotsuba not to see it.

her primrose eyes blink. her shoulders slip in seductive silence from the undergrowth.

kaede shows herself, her pale form and unguarded figure. she will allow the fox-man to look at her, for she wants to gaze upon him as well.

curious, this woodland. she has no urge to so quickly leave.

A hunt still, yet not entirely the one he had been expecting. Through the ferns and curtains of red buds off the wisteria, he would see her only when she rose up to be seen.

It was a tiny thing which lingered. Yaal would not have ever thought it to be truly wolf, if her scent had not suggested such. Then again, some others when seeing him had a knack to pretend as though they could not use their nose at all and have chased him down as though he were a lesser being. Yaalk'ali would not turn the tables on her. Not this time, at least. This land was far too new to him to be making enemies before he had made allies.

A thick grey tail moves behind him, large ears perked with interest in her direction. Ndalasdii. (Hello.) He decided, as he often did, he would pretend as though he did not known common for now. Easier to dismiss himself, should she prove of no use to him.

[sweet apple scent. flecks of deer-fragrance in the wreathing. it is the wild smell of a hunt in a broad orchard. they stare at one another. kaede wants to scream upon hearing yet another language she does not understand. her bow is to hide this fury. "i am lady kaede." what good is it? her eyes telegraph a kind of angered desperation. at least he is pretty, she thinks.]

sweet apple scent.

flecks of deer-fragrance in the wreathing.

it is the wild smell of a hunt in a broad orchard.

they stare at one another. kaede wants to scream upon hearing yet another language she does not understand.

her bow is to hide this fury.

"i am lady kaede." what good is it?

her eyes telegraph a kind of angered desperation.

at least he is pretty, she thinks.

Frustration in her deep eyes. He couldn't help but to smirk from it.

Little laaaay-de. His accent is thickly offered, yet with words she would understand, at least. A man who solely aligned himself among caribou hunters, despite which clan, he did not know what purpose she would give in the long run. So instead, he thought short term.

He draws nearer then, each step he takes a long stride on spidery legs as he slinks into her direction. Silvered and gold like sunshine on snow. I Yaalk'ali.

[his smile infuriates her. another man who saw only what to take and never to give. his name is a jumble of wild syllables that she knows her tongue cannot capture without practice. this becomes a new resentment. he comes close on rangy legs. runner's legs. she understands she would not be able to escape if she ran now and he wanted something. the primrose eyes deter and invite, both. she says nothing, only searches him, then looks beyond and touches her belly. a lady hungers. if he is anything like a samurai he will fetch.]

his smile infuriates her. another man who saw only what to take and never to give.

his name is a jumble of wild syllables that she knows her tongue cannot capture without practice. this becomes a new resentment.

he comes close on rangy legs. runner's legs. she understands she would not be able to escape if she ran now and he wanted something.

the primrose eyes deter and invite, both.

she says nothing, only searches him, then looks beyond and touches her belly.

a lady hungers. if he is anything like a samurai he will fetch.

skill: hunter

It was unfortunate for her, the caribou hunters were nothing like the noble samurai. Her nose guts, then points to her stomach. He pauses his arcing around her, a forleg suspended in the air.

Hunt? His jaw muscles tighten as his teeth clench and he then sighs, settling down his foot. Fine then, he supposed he could eat too. Hunting for food had been his original intention. Hunting for snatch would have to come later.

Go. He now too juts his muzzle in the same direction. If she wanted meat, she would need to help. Caribou women were self sustaining. He was not raised among damsels and so did not know of them.

[kaede is — shocked. her lashes flutter with it. she finds it hard to compose herself. is he ordering her to a different place? does he want to lie with her? it never occurs to kaede that he wants her to hunt. she stares at him with unknowing eyes, but rises unsure all the same. she will go where he follows.]

kaede is — shocked.

her lashes flutter with it.

she finds it hard to compose herself.

is he ordering her to a different place?

does he want to lie with her?

it never occurs to kaede that he wants her to hunt.

she stares at him with unknowing eyes, but rises unsure all the same. she will go where he follows.

skill: hunter

Her blinks are hard, her expression completely dumbfounded. Ah, now who does not understand the common tongue. Hunt! He barks again, this time moving around her back end and then coming to the other side, poking her golden flank.

He moves and she would follow, without much more to do. Has the woman never worked a day in her life? He grumbles under his breath, head low, stalking with long gate, like a large cat on the prowl. Smooth and quiet steps towards the thicker scent of both fermented apples and deer.

[kaede keeps her head down. the man is talking to himself. she waits for him to take hold of her and exact his prize from her passivity. he does not, and her eyes fight the fill of fear. the man is hunting. kaede's brow furrows, and she stops where she is, not understanding that he intends her to help.]

kaede keeps her head down. the man is talking to himself.

she waits for him to take hold of her and exact his prize from her passivity.

he does not, and her eyes fight the fill of fear.

the man is hunting.

kaede's brow furrows, and she stops where she is, not understanding that he intends her to help.