The ground was soft underfoot, the wind faint and with it scents filled the air. The moisture from the clouds above promised a beautiful day which meant the prey would be out and about. Predators scared them, but weather kept them buried in their homes afraid to see the world outside for the horrors a storm may hide.
There stood a man leaning against a tree waiting. His short red hair bright like a red berry or some others may say blood. His eyes burned like a warm fire as he watched the light filter down through the trees. He was waiting on someone. He was always waiting. They had agreed upon this place and time and here he would wait. He trusted his companion to keep their word with his life.
He exhaled and soft white smoke rolled out of his nostrils. The smell of food was making him hungry. But this was as much as a hunting trip as a job. There was a prey balance that had to be monitored and maintained.
He shifted against the massive tree trying to get more comfortable.
There stood a man leaning against a tree waiting. His short red hair bright like a red berry or some others may say blood. His eyes burned like a warm fire as he watched the light filter down through the trees. He was waiting on someone. He was always waiting. They had agreed upon this place and time and here he would wait. He trusted his companion to keep their word with his life.
He exhaled and soft white smoke rolled out of his nostrils. The smell of food was making him hungry. But this was as much as a hunting trip as a job. There was a prey balance that had to be monitored and maintained.
He shifted against the massive tree trying to get more comfortable.
