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 Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 4:29 pm
Mahon was returning home from a small solo hunting trip. It was nice being home again but she frequently found her self needing time to herself to think.
Usually she could find a quite place in the village but lately she'd been finding her peace in the forest. This would have been fine except hunting was normally a time when she bonded with the other hunters of the pride. She missed that. Soon she'd have to find another hiding place so she could return to that old pattern.
She reached one of the larger communal areas and dropped the large bird she'd caught before looking around. It was nearly empty.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:52 am
 Txur's eyes were closed, which probably gave the general impression that he was unconscious, but in truth the young adolescent was going over the day's lesson. As he was coming to learn, there was more to being a priest than he had initially thought when he was younger. It was fortunate that he'd been raised in the pride, he thought, because someone who came in later in life might have had a much more difficult time digesting all of the lore and ceremony. He wondered how his fathr managed.
"Feh!" he hissed in disgust.
He was having absolutely no success in focusing on his lesson, as his mind kept wandering to other places and justifying to himself his decision in becoming a priest. The decision, for him, had not been a terrifically difficult one. He'd learned early on that while he maneuvered well enough in the forest to avoid embarrassing himself, he wasn't much of a hunter. Being a crafter or artisan would have suited him poorly, too, as he'd discovered after doing a stint as a menial laborer. It wasn't that he wasn't suited to physical activity. He just wasn't as suited to it as others were.
He opened his pale eyes in time to see one of the hunters drag a bird into the area. He knew this huntress on sight. Mahon. She was Eytucan's sister and the best huntress in the pride. He had admired her greatly when he was a cub, to the point of being a little intimidated by her prowess. Now that he was older, his admiration for her had not diminished, but he was no longer so awed by her.
"I see you," he greeted her, standing up and marveling at how she seemed smaller than he remembered.
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