12-02-2014, 03:43 AM
Aster simply smirked to himself. The werewolf was paranoid, which was good. The Phoekin would have no luck either. The first time he followed, he perhaps was a bit reckless in revealing his nature from above, but here he was with Nature and the gods of which his elements stemmed. Hiding his scent away was one thing, but as a professional hunter, his talents gave him the tactic of surprise. Tracking a being that tracks others was not going to be easy, especially if he had any part in it. When Koji sent his owl up, the werewolf had fallen prey to an act which would perhaps set the rest of their night in motion.
It was good he was paranoid, but acting hastily was quite the bad move. The note would give him no luck on what was said as the other elves read it. It was written in their language after all. When the owl would return, it would return with small spores riddled on its body and the gift of spores was that they would spread easily through the wind alone. These spores were harmless, but they would leave the travelling company in a sleepy state of which even if they had managed to find the now tree bark smelling elf, they would have trouble actually locating his previous scent which was now scattered around with leaves he acquired before. That was in part of him deciding to send the owl off blindly after his own messenger.
Now all that lied was waiting around. The elf merely nibbled on the soft bread he had slowly, patiently awaiting from the trees above near the waters of which Ryne had stepped into to wash off at. He was at a distance to watch them closely but not too far to lose track of them when the morning would arrive. They could get angry at him, not that he cared, but the effects would not have happened had someone not been a bit hasty in their annoyance, but that was the simplicity of their beings right? Creatures that simply brought shame to the graceful and cunning beings that were wolves.
It was good he was paranoid, but acting hastily was quite the bad move. The note would give him no luck on what was said as the other elves read it. It was written in their language after all. When the owl would return, it would return with small spores riddled on its body and the gift of spores was that they would spread easily through the wind alone. These spores were harmless, but they would leave the travelling company in a sleepy state of which even if they had managed to find the now tree bark smelling elf, they would have trouble actually locating his previous scent which was now scattered around with leaves he acquired before. That was in part of him deciding to send the owl off blindly after his own messenger.
Now all that lied was waiting around. The elf merely nibbled on the soft bread he had slowly, patiently awaiting from the trees above near the waters of which Ryne had stepped into to wash off at. He was at a distance to watch them closely but not too far to lose track of them when the morning would arrive. They could get angry at him, not that he cared, but the effects would not have happened had someone not been a bit hasty in their annoyance, but that was the simplicity of their beings right? Creatures that simply brought shame to the graceful and cunning beings that were wolves.