The weather was finally beginning to warm up, which left him feeling far less lethargic than the annoying chill of winter. All cold weather was good for was curling up in a den under a nice fur, but considering the warm climate he'd been born and raised in, he may have been extremely biased.

Anyway, what that meant was that Zaahir was out shortly after dawn, stretching his legs with a leisurely walk around the lake at the center of the territory. At least, it was leisurely until a rustle ahead and a shift in the wind that brought him the scent of prey captured his attention. Then he was crouched, stalking forward to see what sort of breakfast might be hiding up ahead, and making regular soft chuffs to draw others in to hunt.

2 years | pride tier 1; +1 hit | no trade perks

Prey Information:

Rolling mediumprideprey 1d29: 28
Hippopotamus (hard level | 20 dodges)

Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 3d20: 3 + 18 + 9

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 5d20: 16 + 5 + 15 + 18 + 13

code by daanyen || art by seffiron

Jet ignored the first soft call. And the second. Sprawled out within a little rocky alcove, leaving his place of rest felt like the silliest idea in the world when he was already so comfy, so content, especially with the change in the weather only adding to his reluctance. But the third he could not ignore. He was part of a pride, he reminded himself, and participation was expected of him.

And hunting wasn’t that bad.

Still, he was bleary-eyed and yawning widely by the time the lanky yearling found @Zaahir ♔, tiptoeing about beside the oasis at the center of the territory. How Jet hadn’t yet noticed the hippo traipsing about nearby was a testament to his half-asleep state, but he offered a lopsided smile, signifying his presence even if some parts (the oh-so-important mental ones) were still catching up.

+5 Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system

1 year, Tier 1
Hunting Party Total Hits: 2 / 20
Hunter Hit Roll:

Rolling 2d20: 19 + 9

Hunter Luck Roll:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 13 + 15 + 7 + 9 + 18

IMG - CODE

It was so early, far too early for a young cub like herself but surprisingly she was up and out of the family den just as the sun was beginning to crest the horizon. It was so much warmer out which made Themis even more likely to go out and explore on her own accord. She didn't need a babysitter, she was fine all on her own. Her ears would flick forward curiously at the call that echoed across the terrain. A sound to gather, but even she knew that she was too small to participate in any pride activities, especially hunting. But that didn't mean that she couldn't watch. The abyss cub would wander ever close to the two men, making sure to hang back far enough and use the sparse foliage to her advantage as she'd hunker down and watch, silver eyes calculating as she waited for them to impress her.

*Themis is attempting to hide!

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Assassin EXP
+5 - Practice stealth
+10 - Successfully stay hidden for the duration of a thread

timeline: 5 months old, Andal Oasis May Y13

art to moogle + code to ryuu