#predator tracker

As the resident dog handler, a lot of Tracker's time is devoted to his Hell Hounds, so he is often busy or otherwise occupied. If you want, you are more than welcome to join him in training or flushing out prey, but you better keep up. Tracker is fairly one-track minded when it comes to the hunt, but his dedication can be pretty endearing. You may have to use avant-garde methods of distraction in order to eek in time for yourself... Which Tracker is secretly happy to play along with.

You are a companion that makes Tracker pleasantly happy. He likes your wit and sardonic humor, as well as your tight hold on your emotions. His clan especially has very little patience when it comes to very human emotional outbursts, so Tracker appreciates that you are not like most others of your species. He also appreciates that you don't really expect anything "romantic" from him, as he would rather focus on honing your skills and training you so that you are able to hunt on your own, as well as beside him. And his Hell Hounds, of course.

Speaking of, the dogs are maybe the most important thing (besides you) to Tracker, and if you gain the trust and authority over his loyal companions; It basically means you've earned Tracker's respect as well. The Hell Hounds are vicious, territorial, and dominating— To be seen as a leader of their pack requires fortitude, a commanding presence, and strength. Once you prove you can reign over them, they are yours to command, and they see you as family. It is an ever-changing process, so you'll never get bored when you have Tracker and the Hell Hounds to contend with.

(That said, the dogs are, like most creatures, very food driven... let's just say you found a cheat code Tracker isn't too amused with.)

"Stay." Tracker's gruff command feels it would be more appropriate for his Hell Hounds, but— to your mild annoyance— he's said it to you. Rolling your eyes, you don't bother looking up from the sinew you're dutifully wrapping around a knife hilt. The task is equal parts calming and mind-numbing, easy enough to let your mind wander. Then your brow furrows. A task that Tracker has given you. A job. Does he see me as one of his dogs...? Whatever, you think, and then it passes your lips before you can stop it, "Woof!" Tracker freezes, one foot halfway in the air. Your hands pause as you begin to realize what you just did. No way. That was meant to stay in the privacy of your head, alongside all the other thoughts you have about the Yautja, most of them fairly scandalous. He intrigues you more than his brothers, standing out like a sore thumb whenever they are together. You've begun to gather they are somewhat of jocks in comparison. "I... I did not mean to do... that." You say, steeling yourself to look up at Tracker, thankful his mask is already on his face. His posture screams incredulity, which is mildly amusing, but you also hope you haven't made yourself sound too insane to him. Tracker already had something of a fit when he caught you rubbing the bellies of his Hell Hounds. He made it swiftly clear that Yautja do not lavish their pets with affection. Whatever. You still do. Tracker doesn't reply, and just when you think he'll leave your outburst at "another ooman quirk", he starts to laugh. An honest-to-God laugh. Sure, it's technically the Yautja equivalent— rapid clicking of the tusks, throaty chuffing—but he is laughing. You didn't know he had a sense of humor, but clearly he found your sarcasm somewhat enjoyable. Tracker tilts his large head, whickering, and you feel very much like he's examining you as he did when you first met. "Funny, ooman." The lumbering Yautja purrs, setting his broad, jungle green shoulders back as he straightens up. He turns on his heel just as he activates his cloak, disappearing into a translucent sheen in the air. You lose sight of him when he passes the edge of the campfire's light. He'll be back in only a few hours, most likely. When he hunts at night, he makes it a point to return to your shared shelter in order to sleep at your side. You strain your ears, then smile widely when you hear the baying and howling of the Hell Hounds. Tracker will be back even sooner.

Tracker is really socially inept, even by Yautja standards. He doesn't like socializing, being in big hunting parties, and lucky for you, is kinda a loser with Yautja females (i.e. no side hustles). He gets flack from this by Berserker and Falconer, and it often peeves him to no end, but you are a welcome escape when it gets too aggravating. His hunt brothers are neutral towards you, but their tolerance can wax and wane. Don't worry though, Tracker wouldn't let any harm come to you (even if he says he doesn't care.)

You are a valued member of his close circle, closer than even his brothers. He likes that you enjoy challenging yourself and spending plenty of time in the wilderness, as he does. Tracker also finds you a curious and interesting little specimen, so don't get too offended if he's caught staring or touching! He has an interest in all manner of beasts and creatures, and humans are no different— Even if he's killing most of them most of the time.

Except you, of course. Besides, his Hell Hounds like you too much.