Post by Fenris on Feb 6, 2019 16:46:21 GMT
Nec was in the forests again, exploring a bit. It was a new area, with new sights and landmarks and smells. He had been close before, the time he met Sealgair (who was with him at the moment) but not here.
The trees were old and huge, oaks, birch, alder, and some he didn't know. The ground had a sprinkle of snow, the kind that was just too little to offer good tracking but left the air new and fresh.
Sealgair, his Hellhound Bonded, had caught herself dinner in the shape of a hare a little while ago and decided that the largest oak, one with thick branches hanging only a few feet off the ground, was the place to take a nap, whether Nec wanted to or not. But they had been walking si ce morning, so a quick rest wasn't the worst idea she'd had, so Nec just shrugged, gave her a pat and climbed the tree.
For anyone coming by they were unlikely to spot Sealgair as she melted into the shadows of the afternoon under the tree. Nec might be easier to see, if one thought to look up into the trees. With foliage still in place, and Nec clad in the green-and-yellow kilt as always, with a brown jacket over a black t-shirt, he wasn't easy to find. Lounging on a branch, back to the thick trunk of the oak fifteen feet above the ground he wasn't so much dozing as he was meditating. Or something similar at least. He was very aware of his surroundings, sharp ears would alert him to anyone or anything coming close thanks to the crispy, dry leaves under the sprinkle of snow, so it wound be hard to catch him by surprise.
The trees were old and huge, oaks, birch, alder, and some he didn't know. The ground had a sprinkle of snow, the kind that was just too little to offer good tracking but left the air new and fresh.
Sealgair, his Hellhound Bonded, had caught herself dinner in the shape of a hare a little while ago and decided that the largest oak, one with thick branches hanging only a few feet off the ground, was the place to take a nap, whether Nec wanted to or not. But they had been walking si ce morning, so a quick rest wasn't the worst idea she'd had, so Nec just shrugged, gave her a pat and climbed the tree.
For anyone coming by they were unlikely to spot Sealgair as she melted into the shadows of the afternoon under the tree. Nec might be easier to see, if one thought to look up into the trees. With foliage still in place, and Nec clad in the green-and-yellow kilt as always, with a brown jacket over a black t-shirt, he wasn't easy to find. Lounging on a branch, back to the thick trunk of the oak fifteen feet above the ground he wasn't so much dozing as he was meditating. Or something similar at least. He was very aware of his surroundings, sharp ears would alert him to anyone or anything coming close thanks to the crispy, dry leaves under the sprinkle of snow, so it wound be hard to catch him by surprise.
