Sal: //he took a whiff of the air to get an idea of where he was
and turned his head in multiple directions. He adjusted his long
pointy ears to face the stream where he could hear the other demon.
He also happened to smell the strong scent of blood in the air. He
then decided to follow the scent of the blood to find out what it
actually is, and to prove himself wrong about it being blood.
Nathana wrinkled her nose and swatted a fly away as the pup began
to fidget and mewl inside the pack. "We're almost there little
one... Little one... Hmm, what do you think of the name Faolan? Its
meaning suits you..." She chuckles as the pup lays down, seemingly
pleased by his new name. "Faolan it is then." She stops as she gets
an odd sensation, one that's proved invaluable over the years. The
sense that she was being followed. She didn't know where, from what
direction, or how many, she just knew. She gritted her teeth as she
took off running down the path, hoping she could get back to the
cave, a very defendable location. I've never doubted that
feeling and I won't start now. Just let me get back to my cave
please. I shall stash the lit... Faolan, and my bags so my hands
are free to fight if need be. She deftly leapt over a fallen
log and ducked under branches as she sped along the trail.
Ryka narrows his eyes when he realizes that the hunter had gone on
ahead to flee. Deciding against chasing them--her, it's a feminine
scent--because of his self-preservation skills, the kitsune simply
stops at the bank of the stream, lapping up some water and licking
a paw pad before wiping his face. His sixth sense tells him that
there's somebody else out there, and simply flicks his ears. After
all, he is a master of escape.
Nathana's breathing remained steady, but quick. Keeping her muscles
well supplied with oxygen. We're almost there Faolan... I
apologize for the rough ride. The pup bounced around in the
pack as she sped over the rough terrain. She grimaced as she felt a
sharp pain in the pad of her foot. Drat... I need to wait until
we get to the cave... The pain worsened with every step she
took. She smiled briefly as she spied a pile of rocks she had made
to mark that she was only a few minutes from the cave. "Almost
there... Just a little bit longer..." She muttered to herself,
perhaps not only for her benefit, but for Faolan as well. Who had
been jostled a great deal in the closed space.
The fox yawns widely, stretching luxuriously before curling up on
the soft riverbank, ears pricked forward and snout resting on his
silvery paws. Ryka's six tails wave gently but the illusion around
him makes him look like any other brown fox, and while Ryka
dislikes being compared to reddish brown foxes (after all his pelt
is so much more fabulous) he knows it's a necessity. His yellow
eyes, slitted, slide around the area under the false pretense of
sleep.
Nathana took a deep breath of the damp air as she approached her
cave. Finally... She walked in, struck the flint and steel
by the mouth of the cave that lit a torch. Picking that up she
entered into the cave, walking around boulders and under fallen
stalactites. Faolan squirmed in her pack causing her to smile.
"We're nearing our home. Don't worry, you'll be out soon..." After
a few moments, she had entered a large room in the tunnel. She set
the torch into a holder, walked over to a pile of skins and set her
bag down, Faolan spilling out and running about exploring his new
surroundings. "I hope you like it. Its not much, but its warm..."
She said as she went about caring to the skins and meat of the deer
and wolf. Faolan yipped as he climbed about on the rocks, quite
fascinated with the room.