@dominxsus gets a starter.
It’s quiet in the way the world is with snow to blanket the world. Animals are nestled deep in hibernation, few daring the Russian winter this time of year. It’s mid afternoon and the sun is already threatening blue shadows from the trees across plains of white. The only signs of life are the patterned pale clouds of breath from the pair crouched in wait.
A man and a great furred creature sat beside him, her head above his in his low position, the creature pants, tongue lolling out of a mouth that is framed by the ice which clings to her muzzle. Her tail flicks as the breeze changes and she catches scent. She is stock-still until she is bidden.
“ — Iskat. ” Seek.Whispered and she goes, light-footed for all of her mass. The man follows, rifle ready at his side, pistol at his hip, should it be needed. She moves through the trees quickly for nearly a kilometre before she stops abruptly, hovering over an imprint in the snow, Urus Arctos, Brown Bear. Her tail flicks as she delicately sniffs, these tracks are still fresh, prey is nearby. “ Khoroshaya devushka. ” Good girl.
He follows the tracks, tracing the broken brush and bramble to the borrow. The dog disappears into the hole he readies his rifle for the shot but she comes up moments later and whines. The man peers down the borrow, it’s devoid of a bear but bloodied.
Something else was here first.
