Nir Si
Crasdon Kaine
Location: Objective 3 - Dispelling ghosts within and without
Rayia shrugged as to the question of leadership. To a certain respect, hunts were always collaborative. Sure there was generally a leader, such as her mother the Feral Queen, but they didn't succeed without the combined effort of each individual member.
'As I was reminded...' Rayia thought to herself, feeling a old, stinging ache creep across her shoulders along the scars her mother had inflicted when Rayia had accidentally spooked the long limbed Socci that the tribe had spent the week hunting. Younger Rayia had been upset by the flaring pain and the steel in her mother's tone as she berated her.
'Roared is more like it,' she thought wincing at the memory. Now that she had grown up, Rayia knew the worst part of the experience was the realization that some of the tribe would go hungry.
That being said, it seems Nir had somewhat of a head on his shoulders having asked about whether there is any information that the briefing might have left out. Even if he did seem far too eager to be hunting monsters.
'I shouldn't be surprised. He is related to Jonyna.' Rayia thought, with an annoyed ear twitch. The voice in her mind had to spoil this too.
'He also doesn't have to worry about what stress does to him. Like turn him into a rampaging beast. Like a monster straight from myth,' it crooned. His anticipation was something that Rayia understood well. She was feeling the urge to tear into something as well. Anything to take her mind off the uncomfortable heart to hearts that were bound to happen.
Rayia slapped a fist into her palm.
"Seems to me like the first step of our hunt is fairly obvious. These people were scribes. There is no way they didn't keep any sort of notes on what they found. If we sweep the area where they set up camp, we should find something," She growled. She could not voice the number of times she had the rules of the hunt impressed upon her mind.
She could even hear her mother's voice now, low and gritty, as she taught Rayia about what it meant to be a huntress,
'To hunt, one must know their prey. Their habits, their environment, their moves and moods. We are predictable beings, to an extent. Traces of each will always linger within us.'
Shan Pavond
,
Casaana
,
Colette
,
Valery Noble
,
Kahlil Noble
) they looked to be doing their own thing, so unless otherwise needed, he touched the through microphone of his comms-unit and "clicked" it three times. Hopefully Aiden would pick up the signal that they were in the area too without being too distracting. 
