"I would love to have you along for the lessons, Featherline. It will be interesting." He said as he slowed down and eventually stopped. They would be fun lessons, Aleksi was 'different' for sure but a kelvic really kept you on your toes. "The males and females usually roam in seperate packs this time of year, but if we get lucky we might..."
He stopped as he saw Chural's ears pop up and twitch curiously. A short split-second later, there came the loud echo of an elk's bleat spreading over the grasslands. It was one of the most distinct sounds Jarhal had ever heard, something that you couldn't just forget. It was proud, vibrant, and deep. It conveyed the image of a huge bull elk with a rack of horns as wide as your arms could stretch. It was as good as an arrow pointing the way.
"We'll need to hurry now, that sound attracts a lot of bad attention." He quieted his voice to a whisper as he drew out an arrow and knocked it in preparation. Turning around to them fully, he spoke in a no-nonsense sort of tone. "Glassbeaks and the giant grass serpents like elk meat, too. If we get separated somehow, I'll meet you both in Endrykas."
As he gave that brief warning, not wanting to dwell too long on the possibility of all his new interesting friends being eaten so immediately, he withdrew a thin square of fine cloth woven of brown and green. He tied this behind the head so it rested over his mouth and nose as a mask. It was more of a good-luck charm than anything, but a bit of superstition never hurt anyone.
"Before we stalk closer, let me show you a few important Signs." He said to Featherline, and immediately made a sign with his hand. Coming closer and holding it up so she could see it clearly, he explained, "This means 'Go'. And this one," He went on, his fingers tangling into a new sign, "means 'Stop'. This last one means 'Retreat'. Are you both ready?"