Archer nodded his head, thinking as his friend finished telling their story. He had just returned from a place in the mountains were there was ice over the rivers and snow on the ground. While the small valley high in the mountains was quite a distance away from town, Archer wanted to give his newer and younger tokotas a chance to learn how to ice fish before the winter rolled around and it was a bit more dangerous. Archer thanked his friend and continued on his way, quickly heading for home so he could get his group of toktoas together and pick up a few of his friend’s tokotas for the journey.
Archer arrived back at his house at mid morning, with plenty of time left for the expedition later that day. His friend had provided him with a crudely drawn map, but Archer was familiar with a good portion of the area, and should be able to navigate smoothly. He walked over to the barn and slid open the large door. Archer’s ears were assaulted by a wave of noise as the tokotas began

Archer stretched, rolling out of bed as the sunlight shone into his face. He yawned widely, scratching at his back and wiping the sleep from his eyes as he shambled over to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes and shrugging them on. He moved into the kitchen and tossed some leftovers from dinner onto the stove, heating them up as he moved around the cabin, tidying up a little bit while he waited for the meat to heat up. Archer hummed a tune as he grabbed a broom and swept the house, brushing the sweepings out the front door before returning to the kitchen to find his meat all warmed up and ready. Archer sat at the table, munching on the leftovers as he stared out the window and looked out over the valley, wondering what the day would bring. He quickly finished his meal and stood, bringing his dishes over to the kitchen sink and washing them before he grabbed his jacket and walked outside to the barn. He was greeted with a chorus of yips and howls as he approached, and Archer

Archer yawned and stretched, hands hitting the flimsy material of his tent. Momentarily confused, his eyes blinked open and he looked around, trying to find out where he was camping before the memories of his adventure rushed over him. He was camping out with a bunch of other tokota handlers and their tokotas on the Tartok mountains, which seemed to have a large population of wild dire tokotas. At least, it had seemed to when he first arrived, but now, they were thinning out as well as the campers. The days were growing shorter, and the nights colder, especially when the sun was staying behind the far mountains for so long. At these altitudes, you needed the sun shining for a solid seven hours to bring the temperature up to sixty. Archer unzipped the tent of his flap after changing into a set of clean clothes, and was immediately met with Vegas’s large muzzle licking his face.
“Oh come on!” He said, pushing the van gogh’s muzzle away from his face, getting a few

After this quick and quite lucky take down of this seemingly young moose, the other tokotas, Sky, Akeri, Harlequin, and Kanel, who hadn’t gotten to any actual hunting yet, grew quite restless, sensing other prey near. Diego wanted to use this opportunity to really engage in a run hunt for once. For that, they would have to approach  the trees slowly, making sure not to disturb the herd to the center of the valley. Using the mounted tokotas, meaningly him on Sky and Archer on Akeri to get the herd up and running, the three loose tokotas would be able to quickly select and bring down a weaker individual with ease. Like how wolves did it. Diego, as a wolf shifter, really liked the idea of trying it out. He looked over at Archer on his sphinx, grinning a bit mischievously “How about we get these moose up and running? I’m sure our gals are up for it, and I’m certain our lads would enjoy it greatly.” Sky seemed to perk up at the mention of something morbidl

Archer set out of camp at a brisk pace on Kanel’s back, riding the sleepy curly down a slight incline. He had just gotten into camp the other day and was eager to head out and explore the area. Archer had gotten up early as usual, but was pleasantly surprised to find that there were a few other handlers who also rose that early in the morning. After a cup of coffee, he had set out on Kanel’s back. A few different people had recommended one of the mountain ridges to travel along for a nice scenic hike, so he guided Kanel in that direction. The morning was chilly, and air chilled from the glacial valley swept past him and up the gentle slope. Archer hunched his shoulders, moving in the direction of the ridge. Kanel moved up the slope, picking his way around the large stones that littered the side of the mountain. As the wind gusted, it blew snow into Archer’s back and Kanel’s rump, prompting the cream colored curly tokota to move slightly faster, wanting to get up

It was fairly early that morning when Diego awoke. Not because there had been any unpleasant surprises or anything like it, but out of sheer anticipation. He was very excited for what was in store today. Diego had gotten a call from Archer, asking to go for another hunt together. Having nothing planned during the time, Diego happily agreed, suggesting they go for a Moose hunt as he had heard there was a herd in the area. He tried to delay his earliness by doing his morning routine as slow as possible, and double checking the saddlebags many times. As he was still even to early to go prepare his Tokotas, he decided he’d just spend more time brushing Sky today.
He spent a great deal of time in the barn, petting his Tokotas, giving them treats when they stuck their heads out their stall doors.
Diego proceeded by preparing his dear longmane girl, Sky, thoroughly. She enjoyed his attention very much, whining a reply when he spoke with her, trying to lick his face occasionally, but rem

Archer stretched and got up from the kitchen table, washing his dirty plate in the sink before walking out the front door to the barn. He had recently expanded it to encompass his now numerous pack of tokotas, and was still getting used to the unpainted sight of lightish wood against the faded red paint of the rest of the barn. Archer shoved one of the barn doors open before strolling through, giving the occasional pat on the nose of whatever tokota stuck their head through their stall door. He stopped at Jackdaw’s stall, patting the large black tokota on his nose before gripping his halter and leading him into the center of the barn. He stood patiently as Archer brushed his dark fur down before walking into the tack room and retrieving his saddle blanket, saddle, and reins, making small sounds and yips as Archer moved around. He tossed the saddle blanket over his back before putting the saddle carefully on top of it, not wanting the full weight to come down on Jackdaw’s ba

The sun was high in the sky as Tendaji set out lazily while riding a heavy set piebald. The male was reluctant towards any form of exercise and letting out the occasional deep sigh to  display his complaint. The lioness had agreed to meeting Archer in the middle of the woods and looked around carefully at the supposed meeting spot. She could identify two twin rocks, a snow capped mountain to the east and a plethora of snowdrops as described before when they agreed on where to meet. She leaned back slightly on Vem’s back as she spotted Hufflepuff dragged half the forest with him in his fur and the van gogh that was following shortly behind him with a very concerned expression at Tendaji that had been ‘stolen away’ by the rather broad piebald and let out a scoff to display how displeased she was. “No worries, Minnie, you’ll soon be seeing a few friends again. Won’t that be fun?” The lioness purred as she leaned over to pat the yeti once he w

It was a lovely sunny day up in the mountains as the lazy feline leaned back with a bored expression on her features. She had been tasked with babysitting two tokotas for her employer, Snowball and Delthera, and had agreed to meet with a certain white tabby later on in the day. She flicked her wrist however to glance at her watch with an annoyed look, according to herself he was ‘late’ although they didn’t have a set time for meeting. She glanced up at the clear skies instead and shut her eyes to enjoy the peace while it lasted. To her annoyance Snowball had fished up a strange silver looking fish and was now attempting to impress the brown female with it but unfortunately just confused her as she stared with a concerned look and a low whimper.
Archer urged Kras into a run, moving quickly over the landscape with the two roan piebalds keeping a good distance between them. Tendaji’s suggestion to meet by the stream had been accompanied by a vague time, so Archer w

“Hmmm?” Tendaji attempted to act innocent with a bat of her eyelashes. “I was just watching the tokotas~” She flicked her tail in discreet amusement as she was struggling to hold back laughter. Snowball in the mean time was focused on the fish in the cold mountain stream beneath him and occasionally knocked into the brown tokota and the poor Pimne that was ‘fishing’ alongside him. The brown tokota that he had gone there with still stuck firmly to Kras’ side, seeming to be terrified of leaving his side at this point and being abandoned again and was more than upset when Snowball decided he wanted ‘in’ on the friendship and raced towards them. The shorter male stopped just short of ramming into the two before attempting to nuzzle his way in between them to get some friendship as well with a low whine.
Archer nodded. “Sureee you were.” He said, drawing out the first word as he noticed her barely suppressed chuckles, and lea

Kras watched Xoras as he breathed deeply before dipping his head into the stream, so Kras took a large breath of air and huffed it out all at once, resulting in a single large bubble that splashed him as it surface. He sprang away, confused, shaking his head free of water before returning to watch Xoras as he continued to blow bubbles. Archer shot Tendaji a unamused glance. “Very cool and refreshing.” He said sarcastically, finishing wringing out the fur on his tail and leaned back on the stone, looking out over the tokotas that were fishing in the river. “What do you think those two are doing?” He asked, pointing out Xoras and Kras. It was clear that they weren’t fishing, but seemed more interested in dipping their heads in and out of the water.
Xoras’ expression seemed to light up with amusement before feeling somewhat guilty at frightening his new ‘friend’. Snowball on the other hand appearing deeply intrigued by what was going on and

Archer reclined on the rock, enjoying Tendaji’s presence and the warm sun on their drying fur. Pimne and Kras seemed intently focused on the water, waiting for flashes of silver to appear in front of their muzzles when a fish swam past. They didn’t seem to be having much success, so Archer called the group over to the bank to take a break. The sodden tokotas lounged on the dirt and pebbles in the sun, stretching out for a quick nap while their fur dried off. Archer was greatful that he had taken Kras’s tack off before sending the bloodmarked male off into the river to fish, he didn’t want to clean off the wet leather and sodden blankets and saddle pads. Archer relaxed, leaning his head against Tendaji’s cheek as he watched a few small clouds drift over the sun.
Tendaji’s expression became a bit calmer, letting out a soft purring noise as she cuddled up to the white and black tabby. The sun’s rays had a calming affect and had begun to lull her t

Kelly quietly opened the zip of her blue camping tent and walked outside. The sun hadn’t risen yet so the stars and moon were still out, allowing the early risers to take a sneak peak at a majestic scenery. The tall brunette eagerly raised her head and glared at the morning sky while she sniffed the frosty air. It was rather humid, probably because of the water droplets that formed during the chilly night. Wet fur was the first scent that flooded her nose and made her growl lowly, while blood, some fruits, vegetables and fresh water, probably a river, came in afterwards. Yet, the girl was rather surprised Archer wasn’t awake yet. “But Archer is a cat and cats sleep a lot.” She thought to herself as she headed towards her sleeping Tokota. A soft hit on Josette’s shoulder and awake the female Tokota was. A smile formed on both their faces and the female Tokota nodded while Kelly silently walked back to her tent. The smile faded away from Jo’s face, so