Scouting duty had been combined with hunting duty when he stalked from the inner sanctum; there were days that it seemed food evaporated. It was only the other day that he had felled a boar and already it had been picked to scraps. Mere bones and tusks remained. He was not annoyed, nor angry; he was however fierce in his determination. As long as he remained there would not be a day that the tribemates wanted for meat.The borders had proved to be undisturbed by kin. The patter of tiny paws and the stomp of boar hooves, however, were fresh, littering the ground. Even the drag of a caiman tail was divined. If anything he would not hurt for options. The little critters would not feed many, he would need to catch too many for them to be of use. He would track the larger game. The boar and caiman were heading in the right direction.
Lifting his head, he turned to peer at his back. The green swan that had been given to him was slumbering, head buried under it's wing, and he grinned. Perhaps today he could use it as bait. Caiman liked swan and boar would eat anything.
