4/4/2025, 2:01 AM
「 Skill Point ― scout 」
The scent of deer was suddenly stricken with blood. Not enough to make his mouth water, but enough to trigger every other predatory sense within him. Curious as the cat some might say, but even he knew that did not often end well for the feline in question. Tyr, however, could not push away the intrigue. Perhaps it was a morsel he could take back to his children, to the pack. Easy pickings, maybe.
So, with nothing better to do, he began to follow the scent across the horizon. The god trotted at first before slowing as bushes parted into a frozen meadow expanse. The scent was stronger here, but from the looks of things, it came from the copse of trees in the near distance. It was just as the norseman began to venture into the open that the loud bellowing call echoed in his skull.
The sound made Tyr pause, the distress of the cry setting his ears flat to his head. No doubt a beast in pain, an opportunity for himself but a sorry end for the creature in question. He hasted his approach.
As his eyes adjusted to the shade of the trees, he finally sighted them. A doe - a caribou of a fair size skewered by a branch. An unlucky outcome for such a magnificent creature. That pelt of theirs was strange and yet so beautiful, too. But didn't Caribou normally travel in herds? Why were there no other scents aside from her own in the area? He'd have noticed the others at least; some kind of trace would have been left if they'd moved on without her.
So, with nothing better to do, he began to follow the scent across the horizon. The god trotted at first before slowing as bushes parted into a frozen meadow expanse. The scent was stronger here, but from the looks of things, it came from the copse of trees in the near distance. It was just as the norseman began to venture into the open that the loud bellowing call echoed in his skull.
The sound made Tyr pause, the distress of the cry setting his ears flat to his head. No doubt a beast in pain, an opportunity for himself but a sorry end for the creature in question. He hasted his approach.
As his eyes adjusted to the shade of the trees, he finally sighted them. A doe - a caribou of a fair size skewered by a branch. An unlucky outcome for such a magnificent creature. That pelt of theirs was strange and yet so beautiful, too. But didn't Caribou normally travel in herds? Why were there no other scents aside from her own in the area? He'd have noticed the others at least; some kind of trace would have been left if they'd moved on without her.
My, what do we have here? Aren't you a beauty...he queried with his accent thick on his whispering tongue. He doubted the beast would understand him, and at that moment, he was simply admiring them. He made no move to help, nor did he approach any closer in case the animal began to freak out.
