4th of Spring, 516AV
Ixzo began early that morning. She had only barely interrupted her sleep schedule, allowing herself a two hour power nap after the sun set. Now, the moon was not even crowning the sky when she left Endrykas behind. Her step had a purpose. This was not her leisure scan to find whatever small prey she may come across and bring it back. Days prior she had stumbled into a small herd of Olidosapux, and after tracking their trail, she now had a plan.
Preparation. Preparation was key this time, and Ixzo had not failed in that detail.
Well, partly.
Her silly trick with the rabbit bones to make her faster hadn't worked, and the Kelvic was not brave enough yet to try to create another legacy, in fear that it may actually work. What effects would it bring? Still, she had known this hunt would be difficult and had to reevaluate her hunting options. She was now one of the better hunters that provided for the Spitfire. Perhaps working with her lioness' natural environment had helped her, perhaps it was just age. Nearly six years, she would have to have it down by now.
Still, the lioness found herself worrying as she stepped. Her keen vision could detect the pale hints that highlighted the clouds in the sky. She did not see colors so vibrantly as she did in her human form, but she recognized the last of the sun. The Olidosapux would be far more docile now, as they would likely be down for the night.
In between testing the magical tricks, Ixzo had barraged some of the more experienced hunters with information on the Olidosapux. Those things that she did not already notice, such as their behaviors. She did not hope to understand the herbivore behaviors as easily as these humans did, but when it was explained to her, it made sense.
From what she gathered, the Olidosapux travelled in small herds, especially in spring when they needed to graze the most. The one she had seen two days prior had been a motherly herd, and she would do best to go after a pair or trio of males. She had of course questioned this immediately, knowing the males would be larger and more aggressive, as with any animal. Yet, the herd would be smaller, and surprisingly, more willing to leave one behind. Males will protect the females more so than other males.
This made sense… she supposed.
Ixzo began early that morning. She had only barely interrupted her sleep schedule, allowing herself a two hour power nap after the sun set. Now, the moon was not even crowning the sky when she left Endrykas behind. Her step had a purpose. This was not her leisure scan to find whatever small prey she may come across and bring it back. Days prior she had stumbled into a small herd of Olidosapux, and after tracking their trail, she now had a plan.
Preparation. Preparation was key this time, and Ixzo had not failed in that detail.
Well, partly.
Her silly trick with the rabbit bones to make her faster hadn't worked, and the Kelvic was not brave enough yet to try to create another legacy, in fear that it may actually work. What effects would it bring? Still, she had known this hunt would be difficult and had to reevaluate her hunting options. She was now one of the better hunters that provided for the Spitfire. Perhaps working with her lioness' natural environment had helped her, perhaps it was just age. Nearly six years, she would have to have it down by now.
Still, the lioness found herself worrying as she stepped. Her keen vision could detect the pale hints that highlighted the clouds in the sky. She did not see colors so vibrantly as she did in her human form, but she recognized the last of the sun. The Olidosapux would be far more docile now, as they would likely be down for the night.
In between testing the magical tricks, Ixzo had barraged some of the more experienced hunters with information on the Olidosapux. Those things that she did not already notice, such as their behaviors. She did not hope to understand the herbivore behaviors as easily as these humans did, but when it was explained to her, it made sense.
From what she gathered, the Olidosapux travelled in small herds, especially in spring when they needed to graze the most. The one she had seen two days prior had been a motherly herd, and she would do best to go after a pair or trio of males. She had of course questioned this immediately, knowing the males would be larger and more aggressive, as with any animal. Yet, the herd would be smaller, and surprisingly, more willing to leave one behind. Males will protect the females more so than other males.
This made sense… she supposed.
