Chương 32: Chapter 32
He slowly approached the gleam that he had seen. His mother and the vixens were still in the clearing, the tortoise was slowly moving out, but it would take a few more minutes before the large creature would reach the edge of the clearing allowing for them to hop off and search around without any worries. The young wolf was slow on the approach, taking the direct route, not as worried about anything hurting him.
What was gleaming in the light, wasn't an arrowhead or armor. But a spyglass, while the form was wearing armor, more of a form of boiled leather hardened to protect the vitals. There was also a heart protector, giving a heavier form of defense, obviously worried more on other's then animals. His neck wasn't covered with anything protective, the collar of his shirt opening a few inches away from the most vulnerable point. The pants were another piece of leather, loose around the joints.
Now the spyglass was being slowly rotated in the man's hand. He didn't seem to be paying as much attention to the probably fragile piece of equipment. The spyglass was covered in a form of silvery lines, the lines grace a piece of leather, that appears to be, treated to be a blotchy brown, not uniform, making it harder to determine it. It was a beautiful piece, the lines were drawing in his eyes.
The cub didn't notice as the man's head turns towards him at first. The few seconds that it took were almost vital, but neither of them moved as they locked eyes. The man's hand stops the spinning of the spyglass, a clunk as it was put away without looking. Not the sound of something breaking, but still loud jostling.
They pair almost does not seem to breathe, scared that anything could lead to a mistake. The man twitches first, grabbing out a dagger that was sheathed at his back, easily able to pull out the straight thick blade. It was about 4-5 of his paws, probably two hands if he guessed right. The fact that the blade was enough to probably keep him away, if he was actually there. The wolf didn't feel like he was in danger, just that it was strange that the man was able to see him.
The hunter was standing, waiting for him to move. Man didn't want to risk his throat, his free hand moves up, covering the exposed flesh, as he takes a slow step to approach, curiosity was slowly forcing it's way inside of the man. The cub doesn't move at all, watching the man as the blade is pointed towards him.
He could feel his mother was watching to, curious as to what might happen, having never been close to a human, she didn't feel like this hunter was dangerous compared to the guards that had killed her previous pack-members. The human moves close enough he could reach him, the hand with the dagger was moving first. Not in a slash, but his hand reaching out, close enough to not over extend himself, his hand almost reaches the tip of his nose, the wolf doesn't feel anything, not having any sort of worries.
An inch away from his nose, he decides to give him a fright, a quick bark, no sound actually coming from his mouth, just a mental little psychic bark. Causing the man to have his knife flash out, passing through his image, neither side felt any solidity from the action.
It amused the young little wolf, the fact that the iron blade failed to do any damage made it obvious that it wasn't a possibility for having a chance to be damaged by metal. At least, the thought of having a problem when he is being astral, at least, in the current situation. He keeps staring at the hunter, having his tongue lolled out, in the image of an amused derpy dog.
The fact that the man was distracted from watching the tortoise escape wasn't lost on him. Once the group had gotten around, Syren had came back around, moving up behind the hunter, not like he was personally projected himself. The large wolfess was quiet as she watches from behind, the hunter starting to slowly relax, having his arms fall to the sides, knife going back to the sheath.
The young wolf decides to play the fool a little, starting to run in circles, acting like he was chasing his tail, rolling around and 'playing' with himself. The wolfess silently sneaking up, quieter then the hunter had moved through the forest. Syren was able to let herself slide through the human's defenses, which were meager in her thoughts.
It was pretty unique that she was able to just slide right in, like the mind had never really had a problem learning as much as possible from the fact in that mind. He didn't even twitch when he turned towards Syren, finding himself staring at a corporeal body, instead of the astral. The wolf cub moves over, joining his mom as she starts to work through the hunter's mind. The uniqueness of his outfit was something that really made the wolf want to have a chance to look through it.
The hunter was an open book, not even trying to hide any thoughts from their scrutiny. They start from the end, seeing what the man was supposed to be doing, since there was no way he could have been truly trying to hunt for something.
Now, this man was supposed to be a spotter, looking for information on the terrain, and any predators, not starting fights, just looking for any sort of problems that they could prevent. Of course, there might have been some resources that would be exploitable, looking for some plants, animals, or minerals. He had found a few things that might be useful to the camp, and had already plotted out the points on a mental map.
The description and show of the mental map, it was more of an illusory type, where the skilled cartographers could easily take away information that was wrote, and he planned to sell a few of the sites for now.
His outfit was to protect himself from other spotters, the competitive nature of their profession encouraging violence between all opponents.
It was a very illuminating experience, they did start to slowly learn the language from the man. Deciding that for now, he was going to be staying near them. It wouldn't be suspicious, with the nature of his job, for him to be gone for a few days, up to a week, without any interactions to a main camp.
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