From rayek Mon Dec 26 21:29:30 1994 Return-Path: Received: by netcom13.netcom.com (8.6.9/Netcom) id VAA04982; Mon, 26 Dec 1994 21:29:09 -0800 From: rayek (R'ykandar Korra'ti) Message-Id: <199412270529.VAA04982@netcom13.netcom.com> Subject: Re: Hunt log reminder! To: janne@oslonett.no (Janne T|rklep) Date: Mon, 26 Dec 1994 21:29:09 -0800 (PST) Cc: dewshine (Sh'k'anna Korra'ti) In-Reply-To: from "Janne T|rklep" at Dec 27, 94 04:20:36 am X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 29828 Status: RO > I'd like that log of the hunt with Pwylls knife, when convenient :) Here y'go... :-) ----- beginning of log taken december 26, 1994 ----- trollkiller, dawn, pwyll, rillwhisper Trollkiller paged Dawn with 'So, want to do this thing w/Pwyll?'. Trollkiller paged Pwyll with 'Heyla... want to play this knife dealie out? I have it ready. :-)'. Dawn pages: I'm caught, Zalen-wise. But the chance of the three of us ever being free all at once..howsabout I send my wolf hunting with you? :) Pwyll pages: Sure! = :) Long distance to Dawn: Trollkiller waits for a response from... ah, here it is... wonder if Rill or Woodhawk want to come too... Trollkiller wonders if Rill or Woodhawk want to come on this hunting-and- giving-of-a-knife-to-Pwyll. Dawn pages: That would be nice :) I'll stick Littlefang in the clearing. Long distance to Pwyll: Trollkiller is trying to pull together a hunting party... Rillwhisper mips. I'm feeling non-RPish right now, but feel free to log 'Hawk on and/or spoof him if you wish. Trollkiller humphs. ** Figures... well, I might spoof Woodhawk - - I definately won't log him on, too much work, and I'll already be spoofing Skitches since I don't have a controller for him yet... ** Rillwhisper says "Making a controller is not difficult." Rillwhisper says "But I can go IC if you wish." Rillwhisper thinks TK doesn't need Rill or 'Hawk's help to give the kid the knife, though. ;) Either one of 'em owuld be going along just to go, "Aww, how cute." Long distance to Pwyll: Trollkiller is still here, just trying to get people to come along... >From afar, Pwyll okiedoos. Trollkiller sends openly ** OOC, I need somebody who can help me poke around in a reasonable fashion. Not playing all that regularly outside of a small area, I don't know what is good hunting areas. Etc. ** Silversong grins. Rillwhisper will wander down with you, whatthehell. But she's liable to not say much. :) Rillwhisper crawls through the door-hide out into the heart of the tree. Rillwhisper has left. You crawl through the door-hide and out into the heart of the tree. In the Old Willow(#220RL) In the heart of the trunk of the Old Willow, you are surrounded by smoothly shaped wood, with only the occasional ripple in the surface here and there hinting that this massive tree was shaped from more than one. Handholds spiral along the trunk both up and down, and the light here is soft and shadowed and faintly green. Round crawl-holes lead off here and there into various dens. Above are visible the upper branches of the tree, and off to one side, another hole leading out along an extending branch. Contents: Rillwhisper Obvious exits: Down Rainfire Guest Den Rillwhisper/Woodhawk/Trollkiller Sentry Branch Up Rillwhisper climbs outside onto the lookout branch. Rillwhisper has left. You descend into the Gathering Hollow. Gathering Hollow This hollow within the Old Willow is a cozy chamber, where visitors to the Holt, as well as the elves of the Holt themselves, can gather when weather forces the tribe indoors. There are an assortment of furs here, and a wooden stool or two upon which to sit. Evening falls clear and cold over the snow-covered Holt. The first stars of evening appear above. Obvious exits: Up Out You step out through the doorway and through the willow fronds. Clearing by the Old Willow(#123RHJ) This clearing, last among the trees before the land changes slowly to marshes, is dominated by an impossibly massive willow tree. Much of the ancient tree is hidden by its ever-blowing fronds, which veil it and the entire clearing in quiet, green-grey shadows. The air holds a rich mix of scents: water and wood, elf-scent and wolf-scent, earth and the occasional whiff of fire. The fallen log by the tree, the quietly gurgling 'fountain' off to one side, the willow's gnarled roots, and even the soft earth underfoot encourage one to sit and sing or speak or send... or just to watch and listen. The entire area is tinged with a gentle, subtle sense of magic and age, centered upon the giant tree. To the south, the land slopes gently uphill. A path runs from Sun-Goes-Up to Sun-Goes-Down, with the nearby marshes lying off in the former direction and the more secluded parts of the Holt in the latter. Just off to the northeast, past the fountain, is a small pond. Contents: Littlefang Hollow log Kraheera Squirrel Obvious exits: Branch Old Willow Hillside Path Starwillow Copse Marsh Pond Trollkiller skitches Littlefang. >From the branch above, Rillwhisper mmmms, brring slightly in the cool air. Littlefang whurfs eagerly! >From the branch above, Rillwhisper grins, looking downward. Skitches bounces into the clearing and runs under Trollkiller's other hand. Skitches has arrived. Trollkiller skitches Skitches. Littlefang pounces up at Trollkiller, paws placed against his chest to lick at his face. >From the branch above, Rillwhisper grins, perched casually up on the branch, and watching Trollkiller with the wolves. Trollkiller giggles and nuzzles Littlefang, then turns his attention to Skitches, who he nuzzles again. Trollkiller sends openly ** Heyla up there, you want to come along? ** Littlefang whurfles as he drops down again, then starts circling the others eagerly. Something's up! Trollkiller giggles. ** Yep, we're going... ** Rillwhisper locksends ** Do you smell of musk, or something? ** Trollkiller locksends to Rillwhisper, Trollkiller dunnos, but Littlefang knows that a hunt is up, so it doesn't matter... Rillwhisper locksends ** ** Trollkiller locksends ** Heyla, cub, want to come hunting ravvits? ** to Pwyll. Trollkiller locksends ** I'm hungry and in the mood for small furry things. ** to Pwyll. Pwyll locksends ** Uhm, 'kay. ** Trollkiller locksends ** Ravvit hunting! Pwyll and Rill are coming, want to come along? ** to Joy. >From the branch above, Rillwhisper swings down off the branch to the clearing below. Rillwhisper drops down from the branch above. Trollkiller sends openly ** I'm hungry and I want ravvit stew! ** Joy locksends ** Oh, thanks..but I think No-fur wants to..hmm..hang on. ** Rillwhisper drops down lithely near her younger mate, and grins. "Stew?" she teases? "You ARE hungry." Trollkiller locksends ** Ah... it's about time he got more interested... Have fun... ** to Joy. Littlefang whurflegreets the chief! You sense in a locksend, Joy blushes and sendgiggles. Rillwhisper reaches over to give Littlefang the skitching that is, after all, his due. Trollkiller giggles. ** It sounded good. Actually, I'd like it better fresh. ** "'Cause it's hot," agrees Rill. "Ravvits'll be sleeping, this time of the season, though, it'll be hard to flush 'em out." Littlefang looks much pleased at the scitching, and starts circling impatiently again. --hunt!-- A passing wind speaks of the scents of water and wood. Rillwhisper tilts her head back, and howls quietly.... Sunruff emerges from the wolf den. Sunruff has arrived. Trollkiller skitches Littlefang. Skitches whines, and gets paid more attention to in return. Trollkiller sends openly ** That's not a habit I should let you get into, fuzzywolf... ** Sunruff pads solemnly into view, and Rillwhisper smiles, going to bury her face in the she-wolf's ruff. "Where?" she asks Trollkiller, over her bond-beast. Trollkiller ruffles Sktiches's earfur. Skitches sneezes. Sunruff yawns placidly and nips at Rillwhisper's hair. Trollkiller locksends ** Where are you? ** to Pwyll. Trollkiller sends openly ** Where's Pwyll... he needs to come along... ** Pwyll locksends ** Joy's got me. ** Littlefang says "Whurf!" Rillwhisper hmmm? She straightens, and looks around through the Holt. A passing wind speaks of the scents of water and wood. Trollkiller locksends ** Hey, leggo Pwyll... ** to Joy. Joy locksends ** Sorry. ** Pwyll emerges from the trees by the nearby pond. Pwyll has arrived. Trollkiller locksends ** I need him to come 'long with us 'cause I'm giving him that knife I promised. Don't tell. ** to Joy. You sense in a locksend, Joy nods ** Kay ** Pwyll runs in, and smiles crookedly. ** Hihi. ** Trollkiller grins at Pwyll. ** Hi hi! Be very, very quiet - we're hunting ravvits! ** Rillwhisper looks around, spies Pwyll and smiles, and swallows a giggle at Trollkiller. Trollkiller hops up on Skitches's back. Rillwhisper sends openly ** Do you want to come with us, cub? ** Trollkiller sends openly ** Yes, he does! ** Trollkiller giggles, atop Skitches's back. Pwyll crouches a little, and tromps through the snow as quietly as he can. He nodnods at Rillwhisper. Littlefang pounces the Dawn-cub, licking his face! Pwyll falls down, pounced. ** Eep! ** Skitches's ears twitch and he runs around in little circles. Go go go go go go go. Sunruff flicks an ear at the younger wolf, airily. Such impatience. Rillwhisper stifles a grin, and waits. Littlefang follows Skitches around in counter-circles. Hunt! Skitches whurfs. Pwyll gets up again, and tells Littlefang solemnly ** Don't pounce me. You hafta be quiet. ** A light breeze stirs the Old Willow's branches. Trollkiller sends openly ** Well, be it ravvits, or salmon, or muskoxes, or bears, or whatever, let's go find it. I'm hungry! ** Trollkiller bounces up and down on Skitches's back. Skitches grunts, not particularly pleased with that idea. Littlefang nudges Pwyll. Ride? Trollkiller giggles and nuzzles Skitches between the ears. ** Okay, okay... ** Joy emerges from the trees by the nearby pond. Joy has arrived. Ahdran emerges from the trees by the nearby pond. Ahdran has arrived. Trollkiller sends openly ** Pwyll, you want to ride Littlefang, or with one of us? ** Rillwhisper smiles, and asks Pwyll, ** Who do you want to ride with, cub? Or do you want to ride Littlefang? ** Rillwhisper laughs softly, then looks up as Joy and Ahdran arrive. Trollkiller waves at Joy and Ahdran. Ahdran smiles quietly, walking in hand in hand with Joy. Joy smiles slightly and waves. Pwyll clambers up on Littlefang. Pwyll takes a hold of Littlefang's fur and climbs up. Joy pauses to see the hunters off. Rillwhisper inclines her head cordially to the young elves, and knees Sunruff after the other wolves. Trollkiller sends openly ** Let's look for ravvits! Hubward, ho! ** Ahdran pauses with Joy, smiling after the hunting party. You head into the trees and around the nearby pond. West Bank of the Pond This narrow strip of a path runs wedged on one side by closely tangled young trees, and on the other by the thick grasses surrounding the nearby small pond. Just overhead, most of the tangle of branches comes from the huge gnarled willow tree that dominates most of the surroundings. Evening falls clear and cold over the snow-covered Holt. The first stars of evening appear above. Obvious exits: Pond Branches Clearing Around the Pond Littlefang steps out of the trees from the clearing by the Old Willow. Sunruff steps out of the trees from the clearing by the Old Willow. Rillwhisper steps out of the trees from the clearing by the Old Willow. Rillwhisper swings herself onto Sunruff's back. You wade out through the grasses into the water. Pond The pond is covered by thick, blue ice and a thin layer of powdery snow, except where the passing feet of elves and wolves have brushed the snow away. The pond is wreathed by tall, frozen marsh grasses on almost all sides leaving only the wide stretch along the Hubward bank. Occasionally a cold wind blows across the pond, whirling up snow, towards Away-from-Hub. All along the Sun-Goes-Up side of the pond, you see a curving tangle of brush and grasses, sheltering the otherwise open space from view of anyone not within the Holt. Just to the north is the largest open bank; to the south is the Holt trail, though you must move through tangled grasses to get to it. Just over towards Sun-Goes-Down is the Holt proper, and the Old Willow dominates the view. Obvious exits: West Bank South Bank North Bank >From the Hubward bank, Sunruff comes around the pond from the trees on its Sun-Goes-Down bank. >From the Hubward bank, Littlefang comes around the pond from the trees on its Sun-Goes-Down bank. Skitches chomps on some snow. Skitches sneezes. Trollkiller giggles. ** Well, don't _do_ that. ** You wade back out to the bank. North Bank of the Pond(#170RJa) This wide snowcovered stretch of ground is the Hubward bank of a pond about three wolf-jumps wide; the frozen marsh grasses that seem to ring the water on all sides part long enough at this bank to give a good view of the frozen water. Just beside the pond's edge, among those same grasses, a large, smooth rock provides a place to sit and regard the frozen pond. At the rock's base is a tiny hole almost hidden among the snow. Off across the water can be seen the beginnings of a thick tangle of trees, the fringe of a wood... the silhouette of a massive willow tree stands out in the line of whiteness. Shielding the bank from view from anywhere except within the Holt proper, a wide curving circle of foliage rings round the pond and weaves on into the trees around the Holt. Snow lies deep around most of the pond's edges, but a tiny path is *just* visible following the curve of the pond towards Away-from-Hub and Sun-Goes-Down. Hubward the same small path runs off to connect with the trail into the marshes. Contents: Littlefang Sunruff Obvious exits: Around the Pond Water Itchgrass Circle On Sunruff's back, Rillwhisper grins at Skitches. "Hey, Trollkiller, Skitches'll catch a cold." Trollkiller sends openly ** I know... but try telling _him_ that... ** You carefully make your way through the itchgrass circle, and out to the trail on the other side. SouthMarsh Trail This portion of the trail winds through a thick tangle of trees, brush, and grasses. To you through the greenery comes the distant sound of the flowing of the river; looking northward through a tall stand of cattails and a tall dogwood tree, you catch a glimpse of the water. Small clumps of cottoneaster wreathe through the grasses, save for where the tangle is thickest, immediately to the south. Far off to the south, over that clump of greenery, you spy the tops of what might be a grove of willows. The trail winds from Sun-Goes-Down off towards the southeast. Immediately to the south, you see a curving, tangled wall of foliage, through which you _might_ just be able to find a way... Contents: tent Obvious exits: South Marsh River Fork Trollkiller sends openly ** Ten-t! ** Sunruff emerges from the tangle of brush and grasses and trees to the south. You make your way back up the trail. SouthMarsh Trail This is the beginning of the SouthMarsh Trail, which winds gradually Away-from-Hub and can guide the wanderer into the nearby marshes or eventually to the distant forest crossroads that lead to the central plains or the desert. There are small trees nearby; the ground beneath your feet, while strewn with the occasional pebble or rock, is generally soft and yielding. Tall blades of pampas grass, gone a pale brownish-green for the Whitecold time, line the trail to either side. The twin stars of Timmorn's Eyes begin to come out as the dimming red light of sunset fills the chill winter skies. Obvious exits: Riverbank River Fork Marsh Sunruff arrives from down the trail. On Sunruff's back, Rillwhisper rides, silently; Sunruff's ears are perked up and alert. Littlefang arrives from down the trail. Trollkiller sends openly ** Where, you think? Anybody scent anything? Rill? Pwyll? ** Trollkiller heads hubward. You step through the riverside grasses to the bank. Wandering River(South Bank) The last stretch of riverside that can truly be said to be the bank of the Wandering River, this place seems to be a fine home for river creatures like otters and frogs. Cattails and marsh reeds shield this stretch of bank from view from across the river or downstream; it is peaceful here, with the whisper of the waters filling the air, and the current's flow speaks well of the chances of catching fish. The twin stars of Timmorn's Eyes begin to come out as the dimming red light of sunset fills the chill winter skies. Obvious exits: Upstream Trail Watertouch Point Downstream Littlefang arrives from the trail. Sunruff arrives from the trail. Sunruff's tail twitches once, twice, as she pads delicately through the snow. Littlefang sniffs curiously at random bushes along the way. Trollkiller sniffs, heading north... You make your way across the Wandering River, and up onto Watertouch Point. Watertouch Point(#1936RJ) Named for its location directly between the two waterways that join to form the Great River, Watertouch Point is a wide, level bank of sandy ground. Grasses and reeds line the waters on almost all sides, and at a short distance back from the waterline, a tall stand of cypress trees provide a counterpoint to the waters' murmurings when the winds ruffle their leaves. When standing facing out from those trees, one can look in almost any direction and spy rippling water, and the view down the Great River in particular rolls for an impressive distance. The twin stars of Timmorn's Eyes begin to come out as the dimming red light of sunset fills the chill winter skies. Contents: Patchwork Tent(#2271JOe) Obvious exits: Up the Wandering Cypress Trees Wandering River Great River Lost River Littlefang crosses the Wandering River to the south, and comes up onto the Point. Trollkiller blinks. ** A ten-t! ** Sunruff crosses the Wandering River to the south, and comes up onto the Point. Trollkiller looks at the tent. You see a small tent made up of many different animal furs, some of which you do not recognize. The pelts are sewn together with a tough sinewy thread, probably from a deer. The tent is very well made, but whoever made it had NO taste at all; it must be the ugliest thing you have ever seen. Trollkiller snifs at it. On Sunruff's back, Rillwhisper glances over, and frowns a little. ** Somebody's living here... ** Trollkiller nods. ** I wonder who...* >From Littlefang's back, Pwyll sits up straight so he can see better. On Sunruff's back, Rillwhisper sniffs the air. ** Old scents... ** Littlefang whurfs curiously, sniffing at the whotsit, too. Trollkiller sends openly ** We should probably leave it alone, and keep moving. I'll cover tracks... ** Trollkiller covers tracks, and heads hubward. You move out across the water, and clamber up onto the riverbank on the opposite side. Lost River(North Bank) The final stretch of land before the point where the Lost River joins with the Great River is green with mosses, ferns, and other marsh plants. Scents of water and dampness overpower the air here, and the ground beneath your feet is soft and clinging. The twin stars of Timmorn's Eyes begin to come out as the dimming red light of sunset fills the chill winter skies. Contents: fluff-tailed bush ravvit Obvious exits: Watertouch Point Downstream Marsh Littlefang comes across the Lost River from Watertouch Point. Trollkiller dives! at the ravvit! Sunruff comes across the Lost River from Watertouch Point. Littlefang whurfs!!! Sunruff's lips curl back in a low growl as she catches the scent of the prey. Pwyll lands easily on the ground by Littlefang, giving him a friendly pat on the back. Littlefang puts Pwyll gently down. Skitches howls, at the ravvit runs! Pwyll blinkblinks. Littlefang whurfs! And leaps after the ravvit, in his eagerness not remembering the inexperienced cub on his back. Trollkiller tries to kill the fluff-tailed bush ravvit with his sword. fluff-tailed bush ravvit dodges the attempt to kill her! Sunruff tries to kill the fluff-tailed bush ravvit. fluff-tailed bush ravvit leaps aside! Skitches snaps at the ravvit, caught in the circle of elves and wolves. Littlefang tries to kill the fluff-tailed bush ravvit. fluff-tailed bush ravvit leaps aside! Trollkiller tries to kill the fluff-tailed bush ravvit with his sword. fluff-tailed bush ravvit scrambles away and escapes death by inches! Littlefang yerfs!!! Littlefang tries to kill the fluff-tailed bush ravvit. On Sunruff's back, Rillwhisper leans in low over Sunruff's back, letting Trollkiller and Pwyll and the wolvese lead the hunt, but her eyes glint ferally. fluff-tailed bush ravvit leaps aside! Pwyll tumbles off Littlefang's back and into the snow, getting up and racing after the ravvit too, excitedly. Trollkiller tries to kill the fluff-tailed bush ravvit with his sword. Trollkiller kills the fluff-tailed bush ravvit dead bush-ravvit drops to the ground and dies! On Sunruff's back, Rillwhisper cries, "Ayoooooooaaah!" Trollkiller howls! Littlefang says "AYOOOOOOOAH!" Trollkiller bounces happily! ** Ravvit! ** Pwyll beams. ** Yeah! ** Skitches whurfsneezes! Trollkiller sends openly ** Pwyll, would you like to help clean it? ** [This is when Trollkiller gets out the knife] Stone knife(#8697) Type: THING Flags: CHOWN_OK A small, grey, stone knife, single-edged; the blade is rounded along one side, straight and blunt on the other, and comes to a small, rounded point at the tip. Made of flint, using the chipping method, the blade edge is surprisingly smooth and even - clearly, hundreds of tiny chips, and possibly some grinding, went into its making. The knife's handle consists of leather cord wrapped many times around a flint core, secured with tiny knotting of many colours running along the top and bottom of the wrap; it has been sealed against water with the addition of protective oils. The bladeguard is a chip of white bone, smoothed by much grinding; the pommel is the same. Each is secured to the handle by the same leather which makes up the grip. Owner: Trollkiller Key: *UNLOCKED* Leaves: 1 No exits. Home: Chieftess's Den(#124RAJL) Location: Trollkiller(#3442PXc) Trollkiller has something hidden behind his back that he's just pulled out of one of his pouches when you weren't looking. Trollkiller sniffs at the ravvit. ** Big one, too. ** Rillwhisper climbs off Sunruff's back. Rillwhisper has arrived. Pwyll nodnods. ** 'kay! ** and fishes his wooden knife out from his leathers. Littlefang sniffs at the ravvit, tail wagging. Rillwhisper nods approvingly at the size of the big female. ** Lean, older, wouldn't have had any more kittens. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** Um... ** Trollkiller sends openly ** I have another knife you might like... ** Trollkiller drops a stone knife in front of Pwyll. Rillwhisper slides a sidelong glance at her mate, and looks very quietly innocent. Sunruff, grumpy that the kill is not being properly divided, snorts. Pwyll looks up at Trollkiller. ** I made this.. ** He stops short at sight of the other knife. Littlefang whurfles quietly, and gives Skitches a playful nudge. Pwyll oohs! Sktiches whurfles, and nudges Littlefang back. Skitches wants eat. Rillwhisper smiles warmly at the way the cub's eyes light up. Trollkiller sends openly ** It's yours, as I promised. ** Pwyll looks from the knife, up at Trollkiller, and back at the knife, as he reaches out a hand to take it, reverently. ** Really? ** Trollkiller nods. ** Go ahead - take it. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** But be careful - it's _very_ sharp. ** Rillwhisper sends openly ** He is a good weaponsmaker, is Trollkiller. ** Pwyll takes it, and holds it like he's almost afraid to hold it too tightly, and then slowly, he grins, more and more broadly, looking from the knife to Trollkiller, and then Rillwhisper, and then at the wolves. Suddenly, he sends, ** Awoooooooooo!! ** Rillwhisper beams, and howls back merrily. The she-wolf with her looks disgruntled for a moment, then oh-all-rights, and howls. Littlefang catches some of the send, or perhaps the general sentiment. "Ayooooooo!" Skitches howls plaintively, mostly wondering why the ravvit hasn't been scarfed yet. Trollkiller giggles at Skitches, and ruffles his headfur. ** You are such a _whiner_. ** Pwyll breaks down into giggles, and he hops about excitedly in the snow. ** Can I help now? ** Trollkiller sends openly ** Of course! ** Rillwhisper laughs, and waits patiently. Sunruff, just as impatient as Skitches but not nearly so undignified about it, simply waits and stares. Littlefang drools as only a wolf can! Pwyll grins, and plops down in the snow by the dead ravvit, and sets to work on cleaning the ravvit, just the way Trollkiller showed him with the fish. Trollkiller watches Pwyll approvingly, making suggestions and comments where appropriate. Pwyll also makes a neat little pile of innards and whatnot for drooling wolf-types. :) Littlefang goes for it! Trollkiller grabs a little piece for Skitches, since he's not high in the pack. Trollkiller looks dirty at Littlefang and _dares_ a response. Trollkiller hands a little chunk of ravvit meat to Skitches. Littlefang snorts, and grabs a choice piece of innard, pretending not to see Trollkiller. Skitches whurfs! and chomps down on it. Sunruff bares her teeth at the two impertinent younger males, and takes up her share with a snapping of jaws. Skitches yips! and backs off his sniffing of the pile. Trollkiller grins, helping Pwyll with the cleaning. Trollkiller sends openly ** Oh, and one thing you should remember, Pwyll - chieftess and preparer always have first bites. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** If preparer wants it, of course. ** Pwyll blinkblinks. ** Me? ** Trollkiller nods. ** Tho' you must never forget to share. ** Trollkiller grins. ** I, myself, always go last. ** Rillwhisper inclines her head in solemn acknowledgment to Trollkiller's words. Trollkiller sends openly ** When I'm preparing, of course. ** Pwyll ohs! and looks at you both, nervously. ** Have some? ** Trollkiller nods, and picks up a choice piece to hand to Rillwhisper. Rillwhisper smiles to Pwyll. ** Thank you, ** she sends kindly. Rillwhisper thanks her mate, as well, and consumes it with due regard. Rillwhisper kneels down and skins the dead bush-ravvit The ravvit is skinned, netting a nice hide all ready to be tanned. Rillwhisper munchs on a yummy ravvit leg. Pwyll takes a piece for himself then. Trollkiller nibbles on a piece of his own, making sure a very nice, tender piece is left for Pwyll. Pwyll munchs on a yummy ravvit leg. Trollkiller sneaks another piece for Skitches. Skitches whoofs down another piece of ravvit, happily. Trollkiller pats his tummy. ** Nummy. Good ravvit. ** Pwyll giggles. Trollkiller pulls aside another piece for Woodhawk, back in the holt. And another for Dawn. Pwyll oh yeahs and remembers to save some for Joy and Simmel and Nofer and..whathishead. Trollkiller floofs a little snow at Skitches. Pwyll giggles. Skitches chomps on it, sending snow bits flying everywhere, and sneezes. Pwyll giggles even harder. Rillwhisper laughs soundlessly, an arm about her eagerly eating wolf. Skitches sneezes again, for effect. Pwyll laughs! Trollkiller packs ravvit meat in snow, so it'll stay good. ** It's already cold, this won't hurt the taste... ** Pwyll sends openly ** Snow'll freeze it. ** Trollkiller nods. ** But not too quickly. And it'll keep it from going bad. ** Pwyll nods solemnly. Pwyll sends openly ** We should freeze it, and then bury it til hottime, huh? ** Pwyll grins thinking he's just solved how to keep meat good. Rillwhisper smiles. ** Or if we had some of that 'salt' stuff, we could use that. ** Trollkiller nods. ** You can also cache kills in caves, and in cold, running water. ** Pwyll blinks. ** Salt? ** Rillwhisper nods serenely. ** It's a stuff the trader elves have sometimes. It tastes good, and lets you keep meat longer. ** Trollkiller sticks out his tongue. *It tastes okay on other things. I don't think it tastes so good by itself. Except when it's _really_ hot.* Pwyll ohs and nods vaguely. Trollkiller sends openly ** Oh, yes - before I forget... ** Trollkiller sends openly ** You need to keep that knife binding oiled. Not every day, but any time it starts to get dry, you should oil it. And use good fat, not water - water will make it crack. ** Pwyll sends openly ** Ravvit fat? ** Pwyll peers at said bindings. Trollkiller nods. ** That would do. You have to boil it down first, but it should work fine. ** Pwyll ohs and frowns. Trollkiller sends openly ** What's wrong? ** Pwyll huhs? "Jus' thinkin'." Skitches rolls in the snow. Trollkiller stretches and yawns. ** Okay... ** Trollkiller sends openly ** Well... After all that, I'm ready to go curl up with a firestarter... ** Rillwhisper smiles. ** He's curled up with silversong, I think. ** Trollkiller ohs. ** Well, I'm sure I can find somebody... ** Trollkiller grins. Pwyll watches the wolf rolling, and grins. Rillwhisper smiles, and climbs aboard her own wolf. ** You all come back at your own pace, hey? I'm going to ride a bit up the river and see if I can't find some other prety. ** (OOC, I got working on something else and am going to go off to idle. ;) ) ** I'll catchup with you at the Holt. ** Rillwhisper waves to you both. Rillwhisper has left. Trollkiller sends openly ** Well, personally, I'm also ready to head back. How about you? ** Pwyll nodnod. *Yeah, me too. ** You say "OOC; Want to walk back (and try to find it! :-) ) or just take the walkback as read?" Pwyll thinks just poofing, might be eaier, truth to tell. :) Trollkiller nods, OOC. ** Okay, we walk home, you run off to show off your new knife. Don't forget to chown it to yourself, and link it someplace new... ** Pwyll nodnods! :) *Kewlness!* Trollkiller snorts, OOC, and goes home... ----- end of log