Ferrin
Eighty Second of Fall, 515AV
It is roughly noon. And the day still struck with sunlight. The woods, silent. But a howl of wolves can be heard throughout these woods once in awhile. This day was intended to be a use for hunting. But wolves are a different matter, right? The stories told to the little ones by their parents.
The woods on other terms. Have its' own stories. But Ferrin is unable to remember of any important ones. But he always remembered when his father told of these stories. When Ferrin was younger he would get afraid of the wolf stories. But now Ferrin understands a tad bit why the stories were told.
Holding a longbow in his left hand, quiver strapped about one of his opposite shoulders. Ferrin looks well prepared for the woods. And not only that he has his bow and quiver with him; he also has his sword belted to one of his sides.
About a mile away A sound of rushing water can be heard from the area where Ferrin stands. Walking these miles from the Gates got Ferrin parched. His lips felt dry, and having fresh, cold, water from a clean river would be very satisfying. Especially if one forgot to stupidly bring their water skin. The young hunter trudged through the forest dodging and avoiding whatever sizeable befallen logs/rocks.
A mile isn't very far though. Especially if one runs it's way. But running in a forest this cluttered can result in tripping and maybe breaking something. Already feeling refreshed by reaching his destination, a decisive view... Perhaps interesting came across Ferrins' mind. It also struck him as curious in a way as well.
Ferrin took his bow as he neared the running water, and placed it a bit away from the river itself. But in a place where he can see it. Ferrin knelt down beside the river. The current splashing against fallen boulders and logs releasing a wave of vibration throughout... Maybe a mile or two radius?
It didn't matter though. The water just looked so refreshing and inviting. Ferrin, kneeling beside the river cupped both of his hands together and placed them into the river filling his hands with the cold water. Surprisingly the river is still flowing. Even though the weather is near winter.
After taking his hand out of the river he drank the refreshing water that he had gain hold of. To no doubt the way it looked, clean, was the way it tasted. Ferrin took another cupped hands worth if water and washed the sweat of his black curly hair.
After a few minutes of leisurement. To the side of him, Ferrin spotted some tracks. Tracks of wolves? Ferrin wasn't sure. But it certainly looks like it. Now the real question is, should Ferrin follow? It is a pack for sure, but no less than a few. From what Ferrin can tell. But one wolf track is mixed with another wolf track so it's hard to tell. Criss crossing and zigzagging in different directions.
One particular direction though, was heading southwest. Where the Mythiran Outpost lies. That Ferrin is for sure of. He should follow before things get worse for him. What if the wolves pick up a new scent?
The young hunter picked up his longbow and jogged the pathway of pawprints leading to the Mythiran. This might be a suicidal path, but from what Ferrin heard. The way the wolves used to do things before, their ways are changing and Ferrin might have heard that their levels in hunting prey is improving. Which is dangerous as well.
Ferrin understands the risks of hunting alone. Maybe he can find someone in these woods to help him with this small task? Ferrin takes this thought as a possibility but he shouldn't hope highly for it to happen. Who still hunts in this weather?
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"Pavi" | "Common"
"Tukant"
"Tukant"
