Caribou Hunt lit 1Archer woke early, stretching and rising from bed as the faint morning sun streamed through his window. A quick peek outside told him that the weather was still abnormally warm for the month, as there was some patches of melted snow and standing water, so he didn’t dress as warmly as he had over the previous few days as he prepared to go outside. His job for the day was to take some of the tokotas he was watching for friends out with him and Bones that day, though caring for Circe, Kilo, Nessie, and Mini had been a lot more work than it had seemed at first. While all of the tokotas had been well behaved as they were dropped off by their handlers, only ten minutes had elapsed before their personalities were shining through. Circe’s and Mini’s clashed the most of all, and as a result Archer had been hesitant to let the two of them out together even supervised. Despite this, the tokotas all had to be taken out to burn off some excess energy, and there were few better way
RoD3- WhiskeyArcher whistled absentmindedly as Whiskey padded down a slight, snow covered slope. The piebald tawny’s ears were pricked and swiveling, showing that the large male was awake and alert, ready for his rite of dominance. Whiskey already acted the part, but the problem was going through a set of rites to confirm it with the tokota association. Their task today was for Whiskey to take control of a group of tokotas as they worked their way down what could only be best described as a canyon- a strip of land eroded by a mountain stream down the mountainside that let out by the bay near town. Archer had been sure to get up early and set out, not wanting to be caught in the darkness as they made their way down the treacherous and slick terrain. The abnormally warm winter weather was showing- as the snow under Whiskey’s paws was heavy and wet, and rivers and streams that should have been iced over were flowing freely. Archer had been given directions to where the event would be hoste
Taming Attempt 6-WM27Archer rolled out of bed, stumbling over to his alarm, already regretting getting out of bed so early- he felt the beginnings of a headache and his throat was a touch sore- he was coming down with a cold. To top things off his nose was a bit stuffy, but not runny yet, thank goodness. Despite this, he still had an awful lot of responsibilities to do- like taking care of his tokotas and the sphinx tokota that he was taking care of for a friend- Balan. He, of course, still wanted to take Tango and the sphinx tokota out with him to go after Navajo, but had the idea of calling the usual morning spent running around and hanging out with Navajo a bit short- it was one of the colder days outside and Archer didn’t want to be outside for too long. After a good breakfast of scrambled eggs and leftover meat, Archer packed himself a sandwich in case he got hungry, water, and made sure to add the molasses cookies that he had purchased to try and tempt Navajo back with him into the saddle bags.