Hunting Trip

Eein had been taught to hunt at a very early age, it'd just been a part of his life, almost all the meat him and his parents ate they'd hunted themselves. So finding that the island had a forest that acted as a hunting preserve for certain creatures, like dragons, had been a pleasant surprise.

So he'd found himself hunting soon after his arrival, always alone, that is until more recent events. Joining a clan, being part of a dragon community, that was all quite new. That said, it wasn't bad, quite the contrary, he hadn't met many of the other Alpine dragons, but the few he had were nice enough.

Eros fir example seemed kind and he was good company, even if he did look like a video game boss he'd killed in a game before. So today they hunted together, Eein having brought his bow and quiver with him, he preferred hunting in dragon form but he knew how to use a now well.

"Was hunting common in the community common?" he'd ask, a little curious about what it was like, his father had never spoken about his former home.

He'd hum a little in thought, listening as Aros told him of the hunting tradition, of how he'd been introduced to it. "My father did something similar," he remembered being taught how to taught, the things to do, the things one should not do. "We got most of our meet from hunting."

The young dragon sniffed the air, taking in the scents of the woods, the animals that were near, the ones that had recently passed in the area. "Deer that way," he'd motion to the west, "a bear passed an hour or so ago, going that way," he'd motion ahead.

Crouching, he'd sniff the air again and look over the ground for tracks and signs. "I've been bringing venison home for me and Huilu," his nose would twitch a little, "we should have our uh...families get together for dinner."

Nodding he'd start to lead him in the direction of their potential prey, he enjoyed the woods, hunting and fishing had always been a big part of his life. "No change will be needed," he'd say confidently, "we'll have our game soon." It'd been a while since he'd hunted with someone, last had of course been with his father.

He'd chuckle a bit at his question, "I am, it's why I asked her out," Aros was now a few days late for that question. "You're a bit late with your question," he'd stop and sniff the air before continuing on, "here to give me dating advice? I honestly don't know what the customs are for it in the community."

Stopping again, he'd lean over and look over some deer tracks, they were indeed going in the right direction. "Honestly I'm expecting talk of long term courting and marriages that are borderline arranged," all that seemed likely to him, given how isolated the community was.

Eein made a face as he explained things, "sounds like the clans have a taboo about." He'd made a frustrated growling sound, "well....they're all opening up now, hopefully that's something that'll change eventually."

"Marriage?" he'd almost choke on the word, "it's a bit early to talk about me marrying Jazz isn't it?" He'd try to hide it but his face was slightly flushed from this conversation, it just seemed to jump from simple dating to marriage plans already.

His sharp ears picked up the sound, and he'd nod in agreement, sniffing the air. "Yes, we're close," he'd ready his bow, stepping a bit lighter as they continued their way towards their prey.

"I mean we just started dating," marriage seemed a long ways off, something to be talked about years from now. "Thinking about it already sounds like rushing things," he'd sniff the air a bit, making sure he hadn't lost the scent.

He'd tilt his head, continuing to pick up on the sounds of their prey. They were indeed close, both their families would eat well tonight. The young dragon would pull an arrow from his quiver and ready for it.

Eein's sharp blue eyes would spot his quarry, a large buck, just what he wanted. Drawing his bow, he'd aim, and he'd fire. The arrow would strike true and the deer would fall. "Don't dragons usually wait until they're at least a hundred to start thinking about that stuff?" he'd ask as he approached the fallen prey, "then again...Jazz doesn't have an extended lifespan."