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Hunters need rest too - Lykaon - 3/29/2026
Lestan tan
Lykaon moved through the loam and the soil. Hunters grace, quiet as he walked. Yellow eyes on the horizon. The scent of fowl deep in his nose. He would find this elusive bird. He had been tracking it for more time than he normally liked. But it was wily.
Hunter and prey. They danced and learned. And he would win. Even if it took patience, time. But he was stopped short by the borders of a pack and he froze.
With a sigh he backed up. He settled to his haunches far enough away he would not be harmed. He was weary. He stared at the peaceful place. Perhaps it was time to find a home.
RE: Hunters need rest too - Lestan - 3/29/2026
life went on.
the changes around camhanaich did not stop their hunting, nor their prayers, nor their celebrations. it did not stop their growing number nor the games of his children. each day was the man reminded of his own splendid blessings and for that reason he pressed ahead with less anxiety than before.
it was a steadier mayfair that greeted the wise-eyed man with the forest-pretty coat.
he must remember to take his chamomile.
the changes around camhanaich did not stop their hunting, nor their prayers, nor their celebrations. it did not stop their growing number nor the games of his children. each day was the man reminded of his own splendid blessings and for that reason he pressed ahead with less anxiety than before.
it was a steadier mayfair that greeted the wise-eyed man with the forest-pretty coat.
h-hello,he called with a wave of his tail.
you have found camhanaich, land of the druids.carefully he drew closer, blinking honeyblue eyes to signal a friendly heart.
m-might i help you with something?
he must remember to take his chamomile.
RE: Hunters need rest too - Lykaon - 3/29/2026
Lykao closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth if the sun. Spring was fast upon them. New shoots, new leaves, new life. All wound in the circle that continued to move.
He very seldom stopped to simply enjoy. He preferred the pounding of feet on the ground. The chase. The singular moments when you held life in the balance. When you moved to attain greater things. When you hunted to survive. He never took more than he gave.
Yellow eyes met the aoft blues of another. A smile lit up the yellow of his eyes.
forgive me. I had been chasing a rather impressively smart fowl and it led me here. Being that I daren't cross your borders. I decided to just rest.
A bow of his head. Lykaon Ardeth at your service.