30th Day of Summer, 514AV
“Rabbit tracks.” Arvo muttered, squatting on the forest floor to observe the tracks there amongst the disturbed leaf litter. Marci was sniffing the ground wildly as Arvo tracked the creature that had made the prints. Everything about him was sharp and focused, and his eyes flicked around for clues. His head moved sharply, like that of a bird, and his footfalls were almost silent, and very cautious. It was early morning, and the grass was still dewy. The birds were all just waking up, and making a ruckus in the trees above. The whole forest would be alive with the sounds of nature. Mostly the smaller animals would be on the move, however that also meant the predators would be on the prowl. That meant he had to be wary of the dangers, but it also meant there was a possibility he could catch an impressive big game animal like a stag, or an ox.
For now though, the only track worth following were that of a rabbit. There was a possibility that there was something else nearby hunting the rabbit. Arvo thought about where a rabbit would hide. They were nervous creatures, constantly hunted by almost every predator around. They’d flee and hide in amongst piles of leaf litter, bushes, fallen trees. He noticed a disruption in the vegetation directly to his left. A few fresh animal droppings stood out like a signpost near the flattened bush pile. “Not rabbit droppings.” He muttered. They were far too big. Arvo stood again, spying what looked like a fallen tree just ahead of him, rotted and old. Marci seemed to be interested in it as well, and skipped ahead.
A low growl rattled from the dog’s abdomen, and Arvo’s eyes darted to follow where his hunting do was looking. There was his culprit. Standing with it’s head low to the ground in a brief clearing between bushes was a dingo stalking something he couldn’t yet see. Arvo crouched, and crept forward, avoiding branches and twigs that would alert it. There was the rabbit, scuttling nervously through the bushes. The dingo, however, would be a far better catch. Smirking, Arvo rose to his feet and lifted his shortbow. Adjusting his stance slightly so he was side-on. He kept his head and shoulders still as he drew the notched arrow back towards his face, took a deep breath, and then let it fly before immediately reading another arrow.
His first arrow hit it’s mark, piercing the canine’s neck. The dingo fell with a thump, and Arvo put the second arrow back in it’s quiber. Marci ran and dragged the snagged animal to him. He retrieved the arrow from it’s neck, and petted Marci on her head. Setting his backpack on the ground, he pulled out a sack made of burlap and stowed the deceased creature inside to take to the bluchers and skin. But first, a quick smoke!
Sighing with relief, the hunter relaxed noticeably and sat himself down against a nearby tree, stroking his dog’s fur and fumbling for his pipe.
“Rabbit tracks.” Arvo muttered, squatting on the forest floor to observe the tracks there amongst the disturbed leaf litter. Marci was sniffing the ground wildly as Arvo tracked the creature that had made the prints. Everything about him was sharp and focused, and his eyes flicked around for clues. His head moved sharply, like that of a bird, and his footfalls were almost silent, and very cautious. It was early morning, and the grass was still dewy. The birds were all just waking up, and making a ruckus in the trees above. The whole forest would be alive with the sounds of nature. Mostly the smaller animals would be on the move, however that also meant the predators would be on the prowl. That meant he had to be wary of the dangers, but it also meant there was a possibility he could catch an impressive big game animal like a stag, or an ox.
For now though, the only track worth following were that of a rabbit. There was a possibility that there was something else nearby hunting the rabbit. Arvo thought about where a rabbit would hide. They were nervous creatures, constantly hunted by almost every predator around. They’d flee and hide in amongst piles of leaf litter, bushes, fallen trees. He noticed a disruption in the vegetation directly to his left. A few fresh animal droppings stood out like a signpost near the flattened bush pile. “Not rabbit droppings.” He muttered. They were far too big. Arvo stood again, spying what looked like a fallen tree just ahead of him, rotted and old. Marci seemed to be interested in it as well, and skipped ahead.
A low growl rattled from the dog’s abdomen, and Arvo’s eyes darted to follow where his hunting do was looking. There was his culprit. Standing with it’s head low to the ground in a brief clearing between bushes was a dingo stalking something he couldn’t yet see. Arvo crouched, and crept forward, avoiding branches and twigs that would alert it. There was the rabbit, scuttling nervously through the bushes. The dingo, however, would be a far better catch. Smirking, Arvo rose to his feet and lifted his shortbow. Adjusting his stance slightly so he was side-on. He kept his head and shoulders still as he drew the notched arrow back towards his face, took a deep breath, and then let it fly before immediately reading another arrow.
His first arrow hit it’s mark, piercing the canine’s neck. The dingo fell with a thump, and Arvo put the second arrow back in it’s quiber. Marci ran and dragged the snagged animal to him. He retrieved the arrow from it’s neck, and petted Marci on her head. Setting his backpack on the ground, he pulled out a sack made of burlap and stowed the deceased creature inside to take to the bluchers and skin. But first, a quick smoke!
Sighing with relief, the hunter relaxed noticeably and sat himself down against a nearby tree, stroking his dog’s fur and fumbling for his pipe.