ONE OF THE LIVING | o, wt + hunting

A stag? Too big. The petite alabaster and white canine shuffled her paws. "I-I'll... H-help," the rookie barely believed her own, stuttered words. She made for a poor hunter, in all truth. Not entirely for lack of training - it played a part - but for her inability to keep her form stable, or in the same location consistantly. Catching something, especially something big, seemed impossible to a fox who could hardly mantain a physical form.

However, the gears in her brain began turning, her brows creased worriedly. It'd be simple to scare a creature out of hiding, or into the direction of her clanmates, through her glitching. That could work. Maybe. Ẃ̵̡h̸͇̯͑͝y̷̡̑̓ ̵̭̙̏̕b̷̢̊ō̷̩t̶̢͆̄h̵̫͒e̵̥̳͋ȑ̵̼̖?̸̻̇̚ She shuffled her paws nervously as she settled near the exit with Axle, waiting for others to volunteer, hoping no one was staring at her ear that kept ghosting, only to rematerialize a few seconds later.

Fortunate for Kiira’s sake, Leroy did not notice the white mammal’s dematerializing ear, for the hound was much more invested in Axle’s proposition. Deer. Simply words’ utterance had the potential to force a grumble from the guardsman’s stomach, and it did. For weeks, the scarce scraps of past meals was all he’d survived on, and his appearance had taken a toll from it. Those strong legs were weakening, his once-rich belly evidently worse for wear. A great chop of venison bode as a perfect meal, legitimately enough to get him back on his feet and start functioning again. If only he had Ophelia to cook it for him.

The dimensions of a stag were not at all too difficult for the hound to overtake, so judging by the number of those present, he could easily see the poor sod dying in a matter of bloodied seconds. Sporting a confident smirk, the canine shifted towards the bandana-clad Axle, projecting the fellow pooch a sly wink, to exultantly quip "’m all for it, govna." The duece weren’t exactly strangers, considering that Leroy moderately saved his ass a while back.

After having seemingly failed his comrades several times in a row, Morgan was extra determined to do what he could to help. Inserting himself into the gathering group, he stood near Kiira and forced a smile.

"I'll help. I haven't properly hunted in so long now..."

As he listened to Axle's broken speech, his smile turned more real; it had not been too long since he himself sounded the same way, back when he first joined Tanglewood.

Directly addressing Axle, the General said,

"Just lead on, and we'll follow. It's your task, after all."

He nodded quickly and formed some icy half-armor around his body, pairing it with a matching short spear.

"It'll be a good skill to hone when there're so few of us, anyway."