TP: 30 of Summer, 513AV
Sei prowled around. He had just turned Kelvic, and was a few miles away from the city gates. He continued to stalk deeper into the woods, watching the bronze and gold leaves shiver in the wind. He twitched his ears, tuning in to the forest, and noticing the differences between the sound waved. As he headed deeper into the woods, leaves, twigs, grass, and clots of soil crubled under his mighty paws. The ground was cool, and the soil was damp if his paws went deep into it. The occasional breeze ruffled his fur, and shook loose leaves. He was enjoying his stroll immensely, and as he tuned his senses, he thought he heard the slightest noise. He brushed against trees to remember his way back, and when he heard the noise again he puased. He crouched in the grass, and lowered himself swiftly.
He sniffed the air, and noticed a scent just a little ways east. He stood, and sniffed the air again, making sure the scent was still there and walked steadily east. He continued to rub himself against the trees, his fur leaving behind a scent trail, and moved toward the odd smell. Every now and again, the scent would change course, leading Sei in a new direction. He was closer to the scent, and was steadily and stealthily closing the distance. He turned his trott into a jog, and continued on his path until a hulky figure came slowly into view. He slowed, and crouched low in the grass, as the figure became clear. A large-and nice sized-deer was drinking from a little puddle, and it was covered in dirt.
He made his way past the trees, and looked up the tree beside him. The thick branches in the tree would support his weight, so he clung a paw to the tree and worked his way up. He scaled the tree, and latched on to a massive branch, and tried to find his footing. He scraped the bark of the branch with his hind paws, and eventually found his footing, and worked his way to the next branch. He was curious as to why the deer was covered in mud, and why it was drinking so hastily from such a dirty puddle. But when he was looming on a branch overhead, he could see a large scratch wound on its right side, just above the abdomen. It was still bleeding, but the wound wasn't to fresh, and he could easily take it down. He watched intently as the deer lifted it's head often to check for whatever had caused the injury. When he thought about it, there were lots of predators in the mountains, and it was dangerous to stay overnight with no skills for wilderness survival. Even he didn't stay overnight in the bronze woods. Sure he loved the scenery, and it was beautiful, but what was the point of risking one's life over beauty? He dismissed his thoughts and focused on the deer, alerting his senses, and continued to watch.
He decided to tire out the deer, and when he succeeded, he would kill it then. He let out a low growl, which sent the deer of running, slowly but surely. He hopped to the ground from his perch, and inhaled the blood on the ground. He know had a scent to track the deer with. Before however, he had figured the deer was female, and he judged by the size and lack of antlers. He jogged after the deer, taking his sweet time, knowing that the deer would be slowed by it's wound. He sniffed the air, and followed the scent through the woods. It was nice to the environment while hunting, and his job was much easier when he enjoyed the thrills of the chase, but he was to lazy for that.
He prowled the area, and occasionally found a few drops of blood clinging to the blades of grass beneath him. When he though he was close enough, he dug his claws into another tree, and when he was on his new perch, he sniffed the air for the deers' scent. When he got a wiff, he hopped to the next perch, and continued to jump, occasionally struggling for his footing, until the deer once again came into focus. The deer was already out of breath, and was panting heavily. He crouched in the trees, and from his perch he could see the deer frantically searching the area for it's attacker. He jumped to the next strudy branch, and repeated the process until he loomed over the deer. He glinted his teeth without a sound, and kept his eyes on the deers' every movement.
