WF24 Taming 7Archer’s morning had been relatively uneventful, and had been spent bouncing from chore to chore. He had been wondering if he should just give up going after Esmerelda and Moira, but as much as he was interested in them, chasing after them every day was becoming a little frustrating. He sighed, leaning the axe he had been using to split wood against a tree stump, wiping sweat from his brow, and took a break to think about it more. While it was frustrating to go after Esmerelda without a guarantee of bringing her back home with them, running after the pair of wild tokotas did get him off of his property and out and about. Not to mention that it gave the tokota he was watching for a friend some exercise, and Balan had been warming up to Archer and Foxtrot steadily. Once they had spent the time chasing down Esmerelda and Moira, both Foxtrot and Balan could be used for an excursion afterwards for a hunt, or fishing, though Balan did not seem to like the later activity. Archer was alm
WF24 Taming 6Archer yawned and stretched, rolling out of bed and landing lightly on his feet. He was well rested for the first time in what seemed like forever. His stresses from the previous day had been all but taken care of- the bills had been paid, and his tokota was doing better thanks to the vet’s visit. Archer wanted to head out to the barn to check on the tokotas, but made sure that he made a quick, warm breakfast for himself and dressed for the weather before making his way outside. Per his now usual routine, Archer was planning on going after Esmerelda and Moira with the help of Balan and Foxtrot, and the two wild tokotas had recently been coming into his yard, where Archer normally picked up their trail. However, this morning, he couldn’t find any fresh paw prints in the snow. He sighed before giving a shiver in the cold morning air, drawing his jackets closer to his body as his fur began to fluff up against the cold. He slid open the large barn door, and waves of yips, growl
WF24 Taming 5Archer didn’t want to roll out of bed this morning. He was tired, his alarm was blaring in his ear, and he was just not feeling the best. Archer was having trouble pinpointing the particular reasoning as to why things were going poorly, but one thing led to another and suddenly he was dealing with a lot of issues that had popped up seemingly overnight. The bills were due, one of his tokotas had hurt her paw, requiring a vet visit, and he had discovered a leak not only in his house but in his barn. The previous day had been spent trying to get all of those various situations taken care of, to not much success. He wanted nothing more than to just curl up in a ball and sleep the day away, but Archer had responsibilities that he had to take care of first. He had to put in effort just to get out of bed, but he managed to pull himself to his feet and put on his warm clothes. Regardless of how he was feeling, he had tokotas to take care of, and so he went out to the barn to feed the tok
WF24 Taming 4Archer woke up in the morning, settling into his usual monotonous series of morning chores. He was tired from the day before trying to track down Esmerelda and Moira with Foxtrot and Balan, so tired that he decided to wander out the front door in his boxer shorts. Quickly realizing his mistake, Archer ran back inside with his fur fluffing up in an attempt to keep warm while he flicked the snow from his paws that had gotten stuck between his toes. After warming up with a hot meal sitting by his wooden stove, Archer made sure that his feet were wrapped up and he had a warm jacket on before once again walking outside. A fresh layer of snow had fallen overnight, and Archer’s paws crunched on the hard layer as he walked across his front yard. As Archer approached the barn, he heard yipping and howling inside, louder than usual. Archer slid open the barn door to Balan skittering around the center of the isle, and upon seeing the barn door opening, made a mad dash towards freedom, knock
WF24 Taming 3Archer woke in the morning, determined to try and find the two wild tokotas that had been running around the previous two days. He had spoken to his friend Jeff the previous afternoon, letting him know of his plans to try and tame Esmerelda. Jeff had wished him luck, somewhat amused by Archer’s antics of chasing after a wild tokota. This morning, Archer was hopeful to continue on the string of luck that placed Esmerelda and Moira practically in his backyard over the past few days. He was eager to take Foxtrot and Balan out with him this morning and stretched, tossing on his warm clothes for his morning chores. He had spent yesterday afternoon going through most of them when he had the time, just leaving him to feed the tokotas and get a chunk of meat for the day’s excursion after the two wild tokotas.
With the tokotas fed, Archer returned to the house to prepare the meat- he cut a nice thick slab from some of the seal that he had brought in yesterday afternoon with Foxtrot
WF24 Taming 2Archer called up his friend Jeff when he returned home, intending to figure out the names of the new wild tokotas he had seen the previous day. He had found out that the one he was interested in was called Esmerelda, while the other female accompanying her was Moira. Archer was excited to go after these two again, as he wanted to try his hand at taming Esmerelda. Planning ahead for the next day, Archer decided to put aside some meat that he could hopefully use to coax the wild tokotas over to him once he was able to track them down. He was planning on bringing Balan and Foxtrot with him again, and so in order to start out as early as possible the next morning, Archer planned ahead and got his usual morning chores out of the way before heading to bed.
The next morning Archer woke up before the sky had lightened- the days had continued to grow darker still. Wanting to make the most of his time, he ate a quick breakfast before heading out to the barn to check on Balan and Foxtrot. Both to
WF24 Taming 1Archer’s day had started out with it’s usual, regular tedium. Wake up, turn off the alarm, toss on warm clothes, and then head out and start the chores. Today was no different, and after shrugging on layers and layers of warm clothing, Archer walked outside, intending to get the last of the season’s firewood all chopped up to keep him warm for the rapidly approaching winter. Even though it was the first day of December, the sun had just barely made it over the tips of the mountain tops yesterday, and Archer was somewhat concerned that he wouldn’t be able to see it today. The sky would still be light, but he would be stuck in a perpetual state of dusk or night for the remainder of the winter. Archer was grateful that he didn’t live further up north, where they could go weeks, even months without the sun rising. He didn’t particularly want to be trapped in a state of perpetual darkness, and the state of early morning for a few weeks was enough for him