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     Cachamwri had temporarily parted ways with Baron, leaving him with a few encouraging words and warning him not to attempt to continue his training farther than the general tracking attempts. Of course, Baron was a little bummed out that his blind hunting training came to a pause but Cachamwri seemed to be in desperate need to run off somewhere. Part of him wondered what other secrets Cachamwri hid but he supposed that would be a conversation for another day. Baron stared out into the thick vegetation of the forest with some hesitation. It has been some time since he had done a large game hunt on his own. He felt a bit out of practice and without Cachamwri’s guiding voice, the thought of attempting to track something valuable on his own posed some intimidation. With a soft sigh, Baron closed his eyes and took careful steps forward. He felt the vegetation around him brush up against his fur softly, causing him to shiver slightly. Taking the first few steps was always something that felt rather strange to him. Things did not feel like what they actually were and he recalled quite a few times that he spun around and snapped at something that felt like another creature but just turned out to be a few leaves. Cachamwri had gotten quite the laugh out of that one but reminded him how a calm and collected energy was the only way to find success in this practice. You see, the forest can sense your energy. It reacts to it. Anything from how tense your muscles are to the breathing coming from your maw, the forest knows and it reacts.
Baron took another deep breath, imagining the feeling of Cachamwri walking close to his flank like she usually would. Her breathing has always been calm, steady, and unconcerned. He tried to match that. For a moment he shuffled forward before pausing and actively reminding himself to pick up his feet with confidence. He always felt a little silly doing this but it kept the number of times he tripped to the bare minimum. As he moved, he kept his snout close to the ground. He wasn’t exactly hunting anything specific, he would be grateful to just recover something large enough to sell a pelt and provide him with a hardy meal for a day or two. As the weather was getting warmer, with summer taking its peak, the musks of males became all the more prominent in the air. Baron’s tail whipped back and forth with some excitement. There were many scents swirling about, he had a hard time choosing which to follow. But he suddenly heard a deep grunt somewhere off in the distance followed by a slight whistling. The whistling could only mean a male caribou was near and attempting to attract females. Maybe if Baron was lucky, the whistling would attract other males and Baron could return home with two pelts instead of one! This thought excited him, almost tempted to open his eyes to see for himself.
  Using his ears to follow the sounds, the vegetation began to thin out and the wind here moved uninterrupted. He figured he may be in an open meadow or perhaps a more rocky area where he knew caribou males tended to perch themselves high up in an attempt to get their song to travel further out. He took another moment to listen to his surroundings, trying to gauge how close or how far he was. But all seemed to go quiet. He wondered if he had been spotted… and so he lowered himself into a crouch, keeping silent as to better hear the activity going on around him. For a while, there was nothing… Then a chuff. A defensive chuff and the slightly heavy movement of hooves. Baron figured it was now that he should open his eyes and take the initiative of the hunt. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light before he got a good look at where he ended up. He was actually near a small creek in an open field. He cursed at himself under his breath for not paying attention to the trickling of water that could be heard if you focused enough on the sound. Across the creek was a large male Caribou, eying up Baron with some uncertainty. Baron knew Cachamwri would dock him for being seen before he could even manage to figure out where his prey was standing.
  The caribou scraped its hoof against the ground in a challenging manner, snorting heavily as it lowered its head to show the felvarg its antlers. It let out another whistling grunt, shaking its head around in an attempt to scare the felvarg off. Baron felt his heart rate accelerate with the challenge. These were the types of hunts he had been used to. Baron growled, showing the caribou that he was not backing down from the challenge. This caused the caribou to rear up, faking out Baron with a few charges but this was something he used to. He didn’t move from his position, standing his ground. This caused the caribou to become more erratic, stamping its feet and thrashing its head in defiance against the titan. The two charged one another and Baron felt a burst of energy coursing through him as they collided. The antlers managed to hook underneath Baron’s armpits, lifting him up into the air as the creature threw its head back. Before he could be thrown over the caribou’s body, Baron twisted himself just enough to lock his jaws around the back of the creature’s neck, bringing out a whistling scream as it slipped into a panic. Baron tightened his grip as he was taken on a frantic ride, throwing his body around and clinging on for dear life as the buck tried to toss him away. Baron dug his claws into the flesh of the creature in an attempt to balance himself, clenching his jaw tighter to get a better grip on the flesh. The caribou whistled and seemed to stumble on something which gave Baron the opportunity to swing his body over to the side, yanking the caribou’s head down with his sheer weight. The buck tumbled down onto the front of its knees and that’s all Baron needed for a successful hunt.