Quebec RoD 3Quebec yawned widely, tugging gently on Archer’s reins as she extended her neck and shook her head slightly. The barbary tokota was half awake, and hadn’t exactly been pleased with the early hour that she and her handler had to get up in order to depart from their home to arrive at the canyon on time. Unlike the usual rites of fertility, which were scheduled on certain dates due to the large numbers of tokotas participating in them, to confirm a tokota’s dominant status, a special set of dominance rites had to be carefully scheduled with the appropriate associations. Today’s rite was leading a group of loose tokotas down through a winding canyon to a finish point. Archer and Quebec had climbed up the mountainside where the canyon started, carved away by a small stream trickling through the center of the depression on the mountainside. Cool wind whipped some snow up into their faces, and Archer and Quebec both turned their heads to avoid the worst of it. He broug
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Archer twitched his ears as he slowly woke up- he had set an alarm the previous day so he could wake up early for his outing with Takahiko, but as he rolled over, Archer was aware of a marked absence of sound. He sat up quickly, looking at the clock and groaned- he had managed to sleep through his alarm and was almost certain that he would be late for the meeting. He hopped out of bed, quickly grabbing some warm clothes and tugged them on as he hopped into the kitchen, hurriedly throwing together a sandwich before grabbing his saddlebags and running out the front door. He quickly crossed his front yard to the large barn where he kept his tokotas, breath clouding in the air. Inside, the barn was warm from the tokotas, just about all of which were eager to see him. Archer hurried past the rows of stalls, forgoing the usual pats and scratches until he slid to a stop outside two of his newer tokotas’ stalls- India and Bones. Both perked up eagerly as he decided which one he
Coyote Hunt 6Archer straightened up, stretching and bending to one side as he stretched out after bending over for a while. Quebec shot him an irritated look, but his task was done- her toenails had been clipped and he was ready to set out for the day. The tokotas that he was planning on taking out with him were already outside- Whiskey waited a little distance away from Polaris, November, and Awi, as the three tokotas weren’t fond of him approaching due to his grumpy early morning mood. Their morning plans to go out on an early hunt had been derailed when Archer had led Quebec out of her stall to find her limping slightly- one of her longer toenails had gone unclipped for too long, causing some discomfort when she moved around, so Archer had bit the bullet and clipped all of her toenails. He finished tacking the brown barbary tokota up despite her grumbles and climbed up into the saddle, settling himself before taking up the reins and riding out of the barn.
Fresh powdery snow coated the gro
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Archer pulled back on the reins, bringing Quebec’s head up where she had been nosing at the ground. He wanted her to look good for the judges instead of nosing around in the dirt. He reviewed the tokota he was supposed to catch- a pieblad longmane by the name of November. June rode up beside him on Charlie, and greeted Archer with a smile and a quick wave.
“Where do you think Finnyan and Ghost are?” June asked, looking around, and Archer shrugged.
“I’m not sure, I could have sworn that I saw them a few minutes ago, but now…” He said, trailing off and looking around with June. He caught sight of the rider and tokota, and called out, raising and waving a hand before touching Quebec’s sides with his heels and prompted the barred barbary tokota to pad over to their companion.
“Hey Finnyan, it’s just about time for us to start, we have to head over to the finish line.” Archer said, pointing out one of the tents over
Coyote HuntArcher rolled over, flattening his ears as he caught sight of the time on his alarm clock. 0324. What were his tokotas up to? He sat up, rubbing his head and wondered what had caught their attention to make so much of a ruckus this early in the morning. Their yips and howls had managed to wake Archer up, and as much as he wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, he had to check on his and his friend’s tokotas who were staying with him. November, Polaris, Whiskey, Bride, and Quebec were his main concerns as to what was up, and sure enough, he recognized Bride’s deep howl adding to the canopy of barks, howls, and other yipping noises. Archer bundled himself up, making sure he picked out the warmer layers, and picked up his rifle from the table. He peered out the various windows of his house, checking to make sure that there wasn’t a stray bear or something that he didn’t want to wander into in the dark. After a second thought, Archer grabbed a flashlight from an