[PRP] Trespasser? (Sil/Howl Back)

[Anhelisk]

Well-travelled paths were a relief to see after days of working slowly through thick brush. Well-travelled paths, however, often indicated residence in the swamp, and not all kin were as kind, welcoming, or inviting as every other.

Streams of Silver was walking on one such path, following Catty's lead as she sniffed and walked ahead, seemingly interested in something or another. Usually, this meant prey– and with as many carnivorous pets and meat-loving kin as her little traveling party had amassed, that was never amiss.

She followed her muskie's lead, happy to let the animal bleed off some of her restlessness. It was easier, after all, to follow and act with instinct than it was to fall too deep into contemplation.  

[Shaddaling]

Howl back knew her paths well, the pack had split and chased and spilled blood down the flatten wake. Left their signs scraped in dirt and bark to claim the territory for how ever long they had been before the migration continued.

They moved and they left marks and pathways, farther into the swamp during the cold seasons and closer to the ocean when the summer heat started to come in full forth.

Some paths were retaken by nature and others started and left had more kin follow and trod and made the pathway a group effort, a measure of safety that this was used and known.

The doe paused, ear twitching at the sound of movement in the current area of brush land the herd was using for hunts. The main force was farther away not to scare the game, bedded down in a clearing. Howl Back gave a low noise almost a cough to warn anyone near by she was close before approaching.  

[Anhelisk]

The same thing tilted Sil's ear as it did her muskie's: a cough. A decidedly non-animal noise, that was, and a common choice between hunters to try and communicate when something big was near.

Streams of Silver tossed her head, nosing in the opposite direction from the noise, to let her muskie know to start away, and away they started to move...

...at least, until a boar came barreling along beside them, tearing through the brush and galloping its way away.  

[Shaddaling]

Howl back followed the boar at a slower pace and paused, taking in the strangers. "Do you care to join?" She questioned, hearing the sharp noises of the two huntresses farther ahead as they worked to turn the boar in a direction of their choice.

A high pitch squeal and more crashing signal their success. "Follow if you wish." She added simply and moved onto a single size footpath through the brush towards the interior. "There will be room for one more."  

[Anhelisk]

While it hadn't been what they'd anticipated on stumbling into, a hunt was never a bad thing. Streams of Silver nodded, moving to fall in line behind the stranger– boars were dangerous prey when there were too few kin to take them down.  

[Shaddaling]

Howl back lifted her voice, singing out and broke in a bit faster trot as the others called back. She switched her tail, listening to the rustling of the underbrush and the enraged squeal of the boar.

A raising song of a pair of eagle hounds added to the low deep thrum, followed by the higher pitch yips of sand dogs.