( 5 Years | Ranger lvl 1 | No Bonuses)

The lioness was looking to make a good impression on her new pride. Perhaps even allure the eye of a strong lion by her skills of a huntress. She wanted to show she could provide for a family. To show that she was willing to put in work. Spring would be here soon and she was driven to show her new king she was t just some lightweight. So the maned lioness moved to what seemed like a good spot. One near the borders of the lagoon where she had spotted some tracks. Following them she moved downwind as the wind changed on her. Dipping herself into the seawater she came out with mud rubbed on her to hide her scent from prey should the wind change again through it seemed to be funneling itself in away that made it come towards her rather than the wind head towards any prey. Good good. Letting out a few soft chuffs she called to the others to come join her. She knows there had just been a hunt but being a new pride that did need to stockpile their food for the coming of new months and new mouths.

Lead a hunt - Ranger 1/2
+5 Practice concealing your scent - Ranger 1/2
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system - Ranger

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Age: 1 Year
Trade Bonus: N/A

"Why take bath in dirt?" French accented words rang out. He spoke in the stunted style picked up from Vermier. And where Ole was near mute around Vermier he had no issues asking questions of someone else. And well, it made no sense to go in the water and somehow come out covered in dirt. Water was meant to clean, not get dirty. What sort of magic was that? It had Ole literally side eyeing the water as if this dirt might somehow cling to him if he got close to that spot.

This caused some side shuffling away from the water to instead focus on the fake Dieu lion before him. "Rose weird name. Fake name." The thought he had at the other hunt was spoken now that Vermier wasn't here to criticize him.

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

age: 3 ranger: nope

Vermier lingered in the shade near the outskirts of the pride, a posed and sentinel menace. His violent attention fixed outward. He had just marked the borders; from this vantage point, he could see if anyone came sniffing along. Perhaps there were outsiders watching them. Waiting to think he was gone so they could sniff at his borders without his knowing! It was what he would do. Most lions, admittedly, were not smart enough to do what he would do, but it was always best to be prepared and it was nice to lie in his shade and fantasize about ripping off limbs.

From here he noticed one of the new lionesses venturing outward. He had not met her personally, and therefore was hesitant to consider her a servant - it might be an overgenerous extension of faith. She moved with purpose. She wasn't sneaking, nor boldly striding (which might be sneaking in plain sight), but her body language was of one fully invested in their task, not constructed to fool others. He did wonder why she was disguising herself... enough that he was already on his paws when she sent up a call for hunt. Ah silly Vermier, he scolded himself! Always prepared for battle and drama, and never for the chores of mundane life.

They were merely following the tracks of something that had fled the lagoon. This gave him hope that it was something large. The smaller game had largely stayed. They couldn't easily move their burrows, but grazing fauna might be leaving a trail like this. He noticed that the large Oleander had preceded him and whatever bloodthirsty sentiment had been on his tongue now lay fallow there. A bloodthirsty, ironic smirk bore the echo of what might have been. Vermier was going to be an excellent father. Even his adopted charge was honing the fine points of asshattery.

5|no perks

While Amara wasn't one to answer the call of a stranger, she had far more at risk this time. She needed to make sure that this pride lasted. Her charges needed the home and maybe, just maybe Ambro would come back. She made her way toward the call, it was the red maned lioness who had called. She arrived as she was rolling around in the mud. It earned nothing more than a raised eyebrow for a moment before she came next to @Vermier, he seemed a little better for this hunt. Tu peux? (you able?) Her french was better after living with the cubs and forcing them to teach her so they wouldn't forget but it was still rough. She picked it once again to avoid putting any sort of light on his potential weakness. She watched the red lioness with a blank expression as she waited to see what she wanted them to do. For this one, she was willing to let her lead. It was her show, for now.

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HUNT REQUEST
— RESULTS —

Rolled Prey: Dorcas Gazelle
Number of Prey Animals: 1

Hunting Party Stats: 3 adults, 1 yearling = 7 dice
Lion Hits: 2
Prey Dodges: 0

Lion Successful Hits: 2

LIONS HAVE WON!

dice were rolled in discord by @Ice ★. you can play out the remainder of the hunt however you’d like.

They gathered swiftly which was good, but as they gathered a younger lion questioned her. “Cover scent. Hide from prey. Lions new, lions stink. Rose cover self to smell like the sea.” She explained her Estonian accent strong as she spoke. She was both answering his question and calling him smelly at the same time. Though she noticed that no one else bothered to do so. Were they not worried that they might alert the prey should the wind shift again? Ears pinned as @Oleander called her name weird and fake. “Poiss not wrong. Not right either. Name be Minu Roos Kütt. Means My Rose Hunter. So name lioness name Rose.” She explained softly and quietly.

Listening to the other woman who arrived she realized it was French and spoke in that as it was easier for her than English. Less than Estonian, but better than her English for sure. “Nous entourons sur trois côtés. Appuyez pour ouvrir. Les hommes forts coupent le chemin que les femmes tuent.” She explained her plan nodding to each one as she spoke before moving into place. Waiting for the others she than gave the signal and was off. Having studied the tracks she knew it wasn’t a hare but was indeed something a bit larger still small compared to other prey but nice none the less.

@Vermier @Amara
Key - Estonian
Poiss - boy

Key - French
Nous entourons sur trois côtés. Appuyez pour ouvrir. Les hommes forts coupent le chemin que les femmes tuent. - We surround on three sides. Press to open. Strong men cut the path that women kill.

+10 Successfully lead a hunt (less than 5 lions) 2/2
+5 Practice concealing your scent - Ranger 2/2
+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system - Ranger 2/2

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"No stink. Sea stink." Ole huffed out the words. He bathed regularly enough, maybe not to a religious extent but he did manage a bath at least once a week. So long as one counted splashing about in water a bath. Lengthy grooming was not something Oleander had ever cared for. There were better ways to spend one's time than licking themselves. Hunting, for instance.

"No Poiss. Oleander." Where this weird lion had gotten that name from the boy couldn't begin to say. At least Ole was assuming it was meant to be a name. French was the only foreign language that he had ever been introduced to. And this weird lion seemed to know it was well.

Ole looked to Vermier when the maned lioness began to spout off instructions in French. Did his patron know her? Was she some sort of lost Dieu? Had to be, right? Whom else could speak their language?

It did make the instructions easy enough to understand. Or well, he knew the words even if he didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do. What was cutting a path? Whatever. He moved over to Vermier because whatever he was meant to do he was meant to do it with his guardian.

GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

The interplay between his charge and the maned lioness was not his to intercede in. He leaned back, resting his weight on his haunches, and grinned. This was amusing. And sitting like this was much easier on his leg so he could rest too. When @Amara arrived he was lightly panting from the exertion of getting here and he didn't think to disguise it. His tongue continued to pulse as he replied, a good bit breathy and messy. "N'ayez pas peur pour le pauvre Vermier blessé! Cela me permet de rester souple." (Don't be afraid for poor wounded Vermier! It keeps me limber.) He smirked, pleased that Amara was in circumstances where she had to care about his good health. She was a rough one and he suspected she viewed him as competition for his sister's affection. Basically almost the same way he viewed Manes. With both of them he liked to come out on top but in such a way that they realized they still needed him. When his sister returned, her retinue would be whole.

Vermier was a little weaker than he looked. For one thing, he wasn't thinking about whether Amara could understand his entire reply. But the other female, he knew she could - he could tell her French wasn't native with how much instruction she gave, but it was better than his English. Which he might be jealous of. Of course, French was a beautiful language and it was understandable that everyone would be driven to understand it.

He nodded in agreement and rose to start the hunt off. Him and Oleander lumber in. The quick females do the snippy snip with their fast, skilled fangs. It would let him be swarthy and intimidating but not actually have to do much work so he liked it. Good plan. They find gazelle, one of the infinitely various but tasty sub-species, and take one down. Vermier panted. He gazed wordlessly at the others, trying to convey pleasure, but he would need to regain his breath before even speaking - and carting this thing back was out of the question. Afterwards he would find some shade and take a siesta.

-exit

Amara rolled her eyes at Verm when he replied to her and she left him behind as the red lioness started talking in french. Oh, well that didn't work out for her. It was rare to come across anyone that knew french so normally it was a safe bet, not today it seemed. Good to know. She nodded to the lioness and jumped into action quickly. The animal fell quickly and Amara took her fill before standing watch as the others ate until there was nothing left and she felt it was time to part. Bonne chasse She said to the group before she trotted off back toward her den.

exit

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The chase didn't last long before the gazelle fell between the lot of them. Vermier and Amara didn't bother to try to take the gazelle back to the cache but fell to eating instead. If they were eating then that meant that Oleander was allowed to eat too. The boy tore a haunch off the hooved beast and carried it over to recline in a bit of shade beneath a tree and started to gnaw upon it.

There was the sharp crunching sound of the yearling biting into the bone and shattering it. To him the marrow was just as tasty, or perhaps even more so, as the meat was. Plus he had learned at a young age to not let anything go to waste. Gorging would then be followed by a nap.

Oleander exits via sleep