Exploring-Valdez, OlenThe sun had yet to rise and fill the sky with light and colour when the rather tired female rode along the forest track on the back of a golden tawny. The female trotting along happily with a half-asleep expression as well while they headed towards where her handler had been instructed. From what Tendaji had been able to make out from the vague ‘go here’ instructions that the small feline had given her she could make out a few tell-tale signs of life ranging from strange scents to the occasional remnants of what was once a tree. She breathed a sigh of relief as the house with the large barn came into sight, judging from the excited whines from inside she assumed this was the correct destination. She adjusted her jacket while slowly sliding off the back of the tall female before making her way to the door, seeming to be contemplating whether to give a few firm knocks or a few quick rasps of her knuckles against the wood. She decided shortly on a quick shave-and-a-hairc
WF12 tamingArcher had started out the day uneventfully, waking up, preparing breakfast, and getting Olen all ready to head out for a hunt. He decided against saddling the tokota, opting instead for a faded blue saddle blanket instead of her regular saddle and halter. Archer led Olen outside, shut the barn door, and then climbed onto her back. They moved off quickly down the hill towards the forest after Archer made sure his other tokotas were safe and secure. Olen loped over the grassland at a quick pace, leaving Archer to wonder about what they would catch today. He had seen some deer and moose tracks earlier in the week by the stream, and he was thinking of returning to that spot sometime today to check if there were any fresh tracks. Olen slowed to a walk as they approached the tree line, lowering her head to sniff at a few bushes and trees they passed. Archer guided Olen in the direction of the stream as they moved further into the forest. As they walked, Olen looked up sharply into the trees
Seal Hunt-HiraArcher sighed heavily, running his hands through Olen’s coat. He had woken up early to get Olen and Jackdaw ready for their planned seal hunting trip today, and while Jackdaw only needed a quick brushing, Olen’s coat needed a bit more attention. “Come on…” Archer grumbled, tugging the brush through a particularly tangled bunch of fur. Olen huffed, growing bored with his brushing, as Archer finally finished cleaning her up. He clipped the reins onto her halter and put the saddle blanket and saddle on her back. Archer led Olen out of the stable, closing the doors behind him and whistling at Jackdaw to call him over. He climbed onto Olen’s back, settling himself in the saddle before urging her into a lope towards his tribe member’s house. Jackdaw padded slightly behind Olen, and the group moved quickly down the road and across town to the house. They rode up the driveway and were met with a chorus of howls and yips from the tokotas, and Archer sli
Collab-bear huntit was a fine dreary day with looming clouds on the horizon as Calca, a grey feline with a typically sour expression, came trotting along a top of a heavy set piebald male that went by the infamous nickname ‘Fatman’ as well as a more reluctant tundra male that trailed behind them. Listen up, boys! We are meeting a new person and you are not to embarrass me! The she-cat yowled in a hissy manner as she tucked in her paws in front of her. Staring straight ahead with a determined look but gaining an eyeroll from the ‘drool generators’ beneath her. Uff, can you two get any more gross? Calca scoffed yet again, looking around for the person they were to be meeting this hunt for some bear hunting. They had ridden deeper into the woods and passed a few oddly shaped rocks on their way towards a nearby house. She leaped off the back of the ‘voluptuous’ tokota and made her way towards the tall door and began to scratch at it. “HEY! HUMAN-FACE! OPEN UP!
Bear Hunt-CollabArcher and Olen had set out early, noting the overcast clouds overhead and accordingly bringing a rain jacket. Olen trotted down the path at a nice, smooth pace and followed the road ahead of her, a winding, curving path that lead to his friend’s house. Today they had planned on taking their tokotas out for a bear hunt up by a small stream they had discovered earlier. Olen rounded the final corner on the winding path and the cabin came into view. Archer slowed her to a halt and slid off of her back, instructing her to stay put and walked up to the front door. He rapped on it with his knuckles, pausing before calling out a tentative “Hello?”
Upon hearing someone at her door Nita made her way from the kitchen to open it. Seeing her friend and fellow tribe mate Archer she smiled “Hey Archer, ready to head out for that hunt we were talking out?” she asked. “voski’s just out back, let me get him”. As she closed the front door walking out to fi