[center][h2]Hunters[/h2][/center] [hr] Berillius nodded as the hunters threw in their votes. [color=olive]"Hmm that still leaves us fairly divided..."[/color] He rubbed his chin as he looked down at the map. He traced one of his fingers along the many rivers and such, trying to find a spot that would hopefully please all the hunters. Since they were approaching from the south of the island the tundra was on the exact opposite side of the island, and going all the way around would be a huge waste of time. Not to mention a risk because of the nasty monsters that lurk in cold waters. [color=olive]"Alright I got it. You see this point here,"[/color] he said pointing at a section where the tundra, swamp and jungle met. [color=olive]"We can head there via this river."[/color] Berillius then ran his finger along a large river that started where the swamp and jungle met at the south coast of the island, his finger slowly tracing the huge river up stream, the thing actually lead all the way back into the jungle again so they'd not have to worry about any poison ponds when they got off the boat. [color=olive]"See how this river can take us almost the whole way through the island to the meeting of the ecosystems. Instead of us having to go around the entire island, and risk the freezing tundra waters. What do you hunters think?"[/color] [hr] [center][h2]Yurel[/h2][/center] [hr] Scrap ran alongside Yurel as the pair of them ran towards the feeding frenzy. Scrap tilted his head at Yurel [color=orange]"Well personally I don't like extra crunchy bits. I'm pretty sure there are a fair few who don't like crunchy bits."[/color] But before they could get to the carcass Sauron let out a bellow. He stood far from the body, obviously he'd not taken any of the bounty for himself. Scrap stopped firmly in place. The Aptanoth had already been stripped of most of it's meat, and there were still many more grumbling stomachs. [color=darkkhaki]"Alright everyone I'll need a new pair of escorts for the next hunt."[/color] Sauron's gaze drifted over his normal escorts Calek and Torak, it seemed that they exhausted from the previous hunt. Then he slowly turned his head to Yurel and Scrap, the pair stood out because they were standing rather far away from everyone else. [color=darkkhaki]"Scrap, Yurel. With me."[/color] [color=orange]"Yes sir!"[/color] Scrap exclaimed, obediently running after Sauron. Sauron hadn't waited for either of them and would have already started heading out of the network of dens and nests that the pack inhabited. [hr] [center][h2]Ten[/h2][/center] [hr] The sent would grow stronger identifying itself as a freshly killed Popo, the smell becoming more potent as it's killer began ripping the corpse apart. The sent would lead Ten on a fairly long walk about fifteen hundred meters north, leading towards the coast. The oceans breeze would make the sent even more pungent as she got closer. It would also identify the scent of the predator, or more accurately predators. A pack of about 3 Giaprey accompanied by a Giadrome. The area had a good amount of cover, many crags of ice jutting from the ground, the sounds of the Giaprey eating and talking to one another giving Ten a decent enough picture of the surroundings. She wouldn't be able to scare them off, while she'd have been able to fight a single Giaprey and come out on top. Their numbers made combat a death sentence. Though she did have one advantage, being that she was downwind, the ocean breeze masking her scent from the Giaprey. So she had stealth on her side. Perhaps she could trick the Giaprey or try waiting it out. Though a smell as yummy as a dead Popo would for sure attract some big players. [hr] [center][h2]Swiper[/h2][/center] [hr] Swiper would easily be able to distinguish the irritating sounds of combat as a pair of Diablos fighting for territory. It sounded like it was only just getting started. But as Swiper headed the opposite direction the sounds got quieter and quieter until tranquility had been restored. As for options on where to next, he had a few. There was a tight looking cave that seemed like it might have some proper shiny rocks inside it, though further in the distance to the left of the cave was the the start of a muddy swamp. There could be a herbivore nest set up somewhere in there, all the plants made it a great nest location. But with mud came things like Barroth and other filthy mud lovers. To the right of the cave was what looked to be the start to a labyrinth of rocky mountain paths, a place that seemed to be popular with flying wyverns and other bird wyverns like himself.