25th of Winter, 514AVThe day began fresh, and the air was absolutely lovely and pristine. Indeed it was incredibly soothing although the temperature was cold. Though that mattered very little in this case. The winds blew rather subtly; not causing very many disturbances in the wind. It'd blown about elegantly and so softly; so quietly and in such a calming manner. Holland steps out of his Tent rather slowly, before relinquishing a yawn from his lips. Before looking about the vicinity, and not even bothering to speak. Holland was hungry, and his rumbling stomach was a tell tale sign of such a thing. As the male looks about the vicinity he begins to make note of small things. Tracks, and tracks of different sizes and shapes; Tracks that appeared to have no toes on the left side. Then on the right side he saw small paw prints in the snow; Indicating the presence of nearby Animals. Although in his line of sight currently none were visible, so they must've been older then they appeared to be. He was making simplistic observations and could attempt no more. Therefore he went back inside of his large tent. In order to pack a fresh back-pack full of what he would need to go hunting for the day. He'd packed a small snare, a map of the cobalt mountains and it's various locations, A compass in order to tell himself where he was going on the map, A simplistic builders kit which included saws and multiple nails and so on and so forth, and last but not least he carried his treasured Rapier. He'd never go unarmed, and therefore he went ahead and grasped hold of his back and breast armor. Throwing on atop his royal blue cloth shirt which wrapped tight and hugged at the wrists. Already having had on his boots, and being ready to leave. Now he walks outside of the Tent, and over to Declan; Declan gives a neigh in response to his presence. Now, Holland begins to throw the tack equipment on the horse. Firstly he'd thrown on the saddle pad over the horses back. Lining up the center of the saddle pad with the spinal cordage of the horse. Before picking up the saddle itself and beginning to move with a swinging motion. Before setting it down atop the saddle pad, and letting it come to rest; Before releasing it. Straightening out the saddle pad and the saddle itself. Now he begins to tighten it slightly, and fix it up on the horse so that it doesn't fall off. Strapping it on tightly, and not too tightly to give Declan a bit of comfort. Making sure that he leaves the breast collar slightly loose off of the horse. So that it doesn't restrict the movement of Declan nor make him uncomfortable.
Now he proceeds to climb atop the horse immediately. Placing his foot in the first holster and pushing himself upward. Throwing out his right leg over so that he can fully sit atop the saddle. Before his right foot enters the opposing holster for feet. Grasping old of the simplistic and thin strap which was held within the oral cavity of the horse. As he begins to flick his wrists whipping it and signaling for Declan to proceed moving forward. Although he only wanted to move at a slow pace, the snow crunches beneath declans feet. Declan neighs and begins to walk slowly; Whilst Holland looks around in search of prey. In this case he would have to act as if he were a predator. He would have to focus and focus quite hard. Regardless of what happens; If he fails then he will go hungry, and if he succeeds then he will eat a hearty lovely meal. So his ultimate goal here would be to succeed and not to fail at all in the least bit. Today was a rather cold and less windy day; Therefore his chances of success were increased. All he knew about hunting was that animals that enjoyed the cold grazed in the cold. Now all he would have to do was find the animal in order to capture it and eat it. He takes the path way following the prints in the snow that appeared to have had no toes, and were much larger. Perhaps it was a larger prey that he would be tracking in this case; Although he was but a mere novice in terms of tracking. Navigating was even more troublesome then simple tracking. He removes the compass from the right pocket in the backpack he carried ; and begun to notice what occurs as he moves forth into the Woods. The needle turns as he changes directions. Currently it says that he is moving toward N, which had to have meant North. Therefore he would attempt to keep in this direction so that he could get back properly. Due to the fact that if he were to use this compass to make his way back; Obviously the way back had to be the S which represented south. He smiles and continues moving forward into the Woods; Watching closely. Listening and trying to pay attention in order to pinpoint where the Animal was. This was no more then simple hunting, it couldn't possibly be that difficult right? The answer to that question would only come in due time.
Now he proceeds to climb atop the horse immediately. Placing his foot in the first holster and pushing himself upward. Throwing out his right leg over so that he can fully sit atop the saddle. Before his right foot enters the opposing holster for feet. Grasping old of the simplistic and thin strap which was held within the oral cavity of the horse. As he begins to flick his wrists whipping it and signaling for Declan to proceed moving forward. Although he only wanted to move at a slow pace, the snow crunches beneath declans feet. Declan neighs and begins to walk slowly; Whilst Holland looks around in search of prey. In this case he would have to act as if he were a predator. He would have to focus and focus quite hard. Regardless of what happens; If he fails then he will go hungry, and if he succeeds then he will eat a hearty lovely meal. So his ultimate goal here would be to succeed and not to fail at all in the least bit. Today was a rather cold and less windy day; Therefore his chances of success were increased. All he knew about hunting was that animals that enjoyed the cold grazed in the cold. Now all he would have to do was find the animal in order to capture it and eat it. He takes the path way following the prints in the snow that appeared to have had no toes, and were much larger. Perhaps it was a larger prey that he would be tracking in this case; Although he was but a mere novice in terms of tracking. Navigating was even more troublesome then simple tracking. He removes the compass from the right pocket in the backpack he carried ; and begun to notice what occurs as he moves forth into the Woods. The needle turns as he changes directions. Currently it says that he is moving toward N, which had to have meant North. Therefore he would attempt to keep in this direction so that he could get back properly. Due to the fact that if he were to use this compass to make his way back; Obviously the way back had to be the S which represented south. He smiles and continues moving forward into the Woods; Watching closely. Listening and trying to pay attention in order to pinpoint where the Animal was. This was no more then simple hunting, it couldn't possibly be that difficult right? The answer to that question would only come in due time.
