9/13/2025, 2:47 AM
For Ïkikta.
skill: hunter
Their was blood in the crisp tundra air. Something had happened.
Among the hundreds (thousands?? He couldn't math that high. Hes a wolf.) of the great herd, he had honed in on one near that had gotten injured. It limped among the outskirts, slash marks on his flank down it's leg creating ribbons of dangling flesh. A large cat, perhaps?
He did not think there would be much as far as a long run goes (which was honestly his best quality!), yet the caribou was a large doe in her prime, with antlers as large as any stag. She would die, surely, but not a death easily won.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"
