Mountain Goat lit 2Archer woke from his sleep suddenly, and looked around, confused at what had woken him. The house was relatively quiet, but he could hear the barks and howls of the tokotas in the barn. There was the possibility that something was moving around outside, and it was likely that the tokotas had scared it off, so Archer simply rolled over in his bed and tried to go back to sleep. He sat upright when he heard a clatter of hooves on the roof and a distinctive bleat. Confused, Archer looked upwards as the sound of hooves making their way across the roof clattered above his head. He quickly rolled out of bed, understanding why he was able to hear the tokotas from the barn howling and barking- it was out of frustration that they couldn’t get at the mountain goats that were a handful of yards away from them. Archer quickly slipped his winter jackets and pants on, moving fast but quiet as he hopped around his house, gathering up his clothes, rifle, ammunition, and a few scraps of food that
Exploring lit 2Archer yawned and stretched, rolling over in his sleeping bag and resting a few more minutes before sitting up slowly and using a hand to rub at his eyes. Curious as to the temperature outside, he unzipped the front of his tent, but was immediately met with a gust of frigid air, and he quickly zipped it back up. He felt around in his tent for his winter clothing, and jumped as the side of the tent rustled and pressed inwards, but as Archer observed the indentation he bit back a chuckle- it was a tokota pushing their nose against the side of the tent. The tent material flapped as the tokota exhaled, and Archer heard the crunch of snow as it padded away. Someone was trying to get their breakfast. Archer pulled on his winter clothes and unzipped the tent flap again, hunching his shoulders against a particularly strong gust of wind as he exited his tent. Archer was out camping with his friends Val, Ila, Suki, and Raejissa, and their tokotas, Echo, Miracle, Mini, Qasar, and Teddy. Their cho
Mountain goat lit hunt 1Archer’s morning was going well- the tokotas had all been fed, his breakfast, some caribou meat from a previous hunt, had been warm and delicious. He reclined on his living room sofa, holding a map out in front of him as he tried to plan out where he was going to take the tokotas later that day. His original plan to take them after caribou had been scrapped as the month changed, so he was looking into some of the prey that he and his tokotas that he was taking out today: Golf, Jack, Mini, Kilo, and Nessie. He definitely wanted them to chase after something nice and big, leaving him with a choice between bear, deer, and mountain goats. Bears were in season for practically the whole year, so he wasn’t exactly interested in going for them, and he wasn’t sure where any were relative to him right now. He had noted a few deer herds in the forest to the west, away from town, but it would be a bit of a hike in order to get over there, and Archer was looking for a shorter trip
Endurance Run-OlenArcher drew the rain jacket closer around him, grumbling as he continued to tack up Olen. The large tundra female turned and cast an almost concerned glance at him, but he patted her shoulder and all was well. Archer did not appreciate having fur during rainstorms, and today was no exception. What had been a steady drizzle when he had rode Olen out to where the event would take place was now a downpour- and Archer was seriously considering investing in a large rain slicker that both he and Olen could wear at the same time. A slight shudder that started at Olen’s flank turned into a full on shake, splattering Archer with flying water and sending him staggering away from Olen, trying to shield himself from the additional water. A volunteer that was approaching him with a set of laminated papers paused outside of the area that Olen was shaking before walking over to Archer, who accepted the sheets.
“These are the maps you’ll need for your trip today.” He said, befo
Exploring lit 1Archer’s morning had started out relatively uneventfully, and he’d followed his usual routine of waking up early, making himself some breakfast, and then headed out to the tokota barn to check on his tokotas. However this morning when he walked outside, he saw his front yard covered in freshly fallen snow, and quite a few large pawprints. Archer sighed- one of his tokotas had gotten loose and ran around again, but chances are that it would be back soon, as someone would catch it or the tokota would wander back when it grew hungry and wanted treats, head scratches, and a warm place to stay for the night. As Archer rounded the corner of his house, he was met by the sight of Olen sitting dejectedly beside the barn, and concerned, he approached. Olen normally didn’t escape, but as he got closer, the large tundra didn’t start her usual excited prancing. In fact, she remained sitting, leaning to one side. One of her legs appeared swollen, and concerned, he moved close