(( Clementine Dhaska will be unaware of anyone watching him throughout the hunt!))
Dhaska’s dreams of leading a family were always dashed by his doubtful father, who didn’t think he would ever make it to his second year. His father always saw him as a reckless whelp, and that his arrogance would get him killed before he ever stepped foot outside his natal territory.
You can’t go out expecting the valley to respect you. That’s stupid. You have to show the prey and competitors that you’re a survivor. You don’t have what it takes to prove that.
And yet, he did manage to prove that, long enough to see him through his prime and well into his elder years. He sired many healthy pups, maintained a respectable pack and enormous territory, proving without a shadow of a doubt that he was indeed a survivor. Not only that, but he was given a chance to prove it twice!
His father was right in some aspects, though. The wilderness was always watching, especially other wolves — potential competitors, or even mates — so he needed to advertise his strongest attributes as a survivor; strength, willpower, wisdom, and ferocity. A good solo hunt was always a wise choice, it displayed his ability to track and obtain sustenance. Even if the hunt failed, he would return, and the forest would see that he’s steadfast in his resolve, no matter what the ordeal is.
So, Dhaska set off at a brisk trot, searching for a scent that would hopefully lead him to prey. He still had the memory of his first solo hunt when he first struck out alone, so the experience was somewhat fresh in his mind, but it had been so long since he had been without hunting companions that he felt he would be a little rusty… Nothing a bit of determination and patience can’t fix, though.
(tracking; d20/3)
The young male had his nose to the ground for a while, but never picked up on anything worth following up on. Old tracks and the scent of other predators, nothing he needed to waste time tracking. With a sigh, Dhaska paused in the midst of the forest, lifting his nose to hopefully catch something airborne.
Dhaska’s dreams of leading a family were always dashed by his doubtful father, who didn’t think he would ever make it to his second year. His father always saw him as a reckless whelp, and that his arrogance would get him killed before he ever stepped foot outside his natal territory.
You can’t go out expecting the valley to respect you. That’s stupid. You have to show the prey and competitors that you’re a survivor. You don’t have what it takes to prove that.
And yet, he did manage to prove that, long enough to see him through his prime and well into his elder years. He sired many healthy pups, maintained a respectable pack and enormous territory, proving without a shadow of a doubt that he was indeed a survivor. Not only that, but he was given a chance to prove it twice!
His father was right in some aspects, though. The wilderness was always watching, especially other wolves — potential competitors, or even mates — so he needed to advertise his strongest attributes as a survivor; strength, willpower, wisdom, and ferocity. A good solo hunt was always a wise choice, it displayed his ability to track and obtain sustenance. Even if the hunt failed, he would return, and the forest would see that he’s steadfast in his resolve, no matter what the ordeal is.
So, Dhaska set off at a brisk trot, searching for a scent that would hopefully lead him to prey. He still had the memory of his first solo hunt when he first struck out alone, so the experience was somewhat fresh in his mind, but it had been so long since he had been without hunting companions that he felt he would be a little rusty… Nothing a bit of determination and patience can’t fix, though.
(tracking; d20/3)
The young male had his nose to the ground for a while, but never picked up on anything worth following up on. Old tracks and the scent of other predators, nothing he needed to waste time tracking. With a sigh, Dhaska paused in the midst of the forest, lifting his nose to hopefully catch something airborne.