Vol 2, Chapter 1: “Elegies & Arrivals”
Sskith drew in a deep breath, allowing the scent to fill his nostrils.
He'd been away from the Tribe for two days now, hunting with little success. He'd shot down three ducks, but they'd been lean things after he'd stripped them of feathers, unworthy of the honor of being named Prey. That hadn't stopped him from eating two of course, one raw and one cooked. Duck was good, and he had the third hanging from his belt. It simply wasn't enough to satisfy the Matriarchs should he return. He wore little, as his long trek through the swamp had left him mud caked, though unlike many of his Bloodkin he kept a set of clothes and a cloak within his pack. One never knew when one might encounter the Scaleless, and though their ways were strange, Sskith had learned to accept them. Smelling the charred and blackened meat, he set his back down in the mud and reached for these now. He pulled the dark leather vest over his shoulders, spent a moment weaving legs and tail through the rough hide pants he'd had made in the village last Winter, threw the cloak over his shoulders, and drew the hood down over his frills. He was quiet enough as he worked, but clothes were cumbersome things, and he could only do so much while getting dressed.
Beside him, his Echo of Sesskrith hissed in a mixture of frustration and anticipation as he finished, instincts screaming to stop wasting time and go investigate. He had summoned his Echo of Thunder during his morning meditation, and the little Dragon's jaws crackled with lightning when he opened his mouth. Sskith reached out a scaled hand, crouching to soothe his companion with a reassuring stroke to the spines along his back, and then drew and strung his hunting bow.
Creeping forward, Hunter and Echo sought the source of the smell.
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