Ski’la is excited. It thrums through his veins like the dances of his ancestors, wild and free and utterly reverent. He takes a knee, clicking softly to himself, claws brushing the delicate shape of the track etched deep into the dirt.
This is it. What he’s been searching for all this time.
Nill keeps a sharp eye out and is clearly wary, a stark difference to Yiuu-Ka, who merely leans against a large stone and sharpens his spear. He holds a different sort of excitement towards this mission than Ski’la does, but the albino will welcome it all the same.
“It was definitely here.” He trills to his companions, standing and brushing the dust off his knees. “The juvenile. It’s gotten bigger since the last time we tracked it. The prints have almost doubled in size and weight judging by the depression.”
Yiuu-Ka rumbles with his own palpable excitement, tapping an index finger against the sharp point of his spear, testing it. “Good. The bigger the beast, the better the trophy.”
Ski’la feels a twinge deep in his gut, for many reasons. He’s been tracking this juvenile Kalisk for months now, but has never laid eyes upon it. Oh, what a delight to see such a legendary creature with his own eyes. To study and see how it survives, what in its biology makes it as it is.
But the son of their clan leader is hot headed, and his excitement lies in arrogance. Yiuu-Ka insists he will slay the beast and bring its skull back for the greatest honor of their tribe. Nill, on the other hand, considers both their desires to be a suicide mission. But she’ll be damned if she lets them get killed on their own.
“It will eat you up in one bite.” She says simply, crossing her arms over her chest. Yiuu-Ka takes offense, as he always does to such insults to his hunting prowess and snaps something that Ski’la tunes out-
The albino shakes his head and huffs, turning his focus back to the Kalisk tracks. He follows them, breaking off from his hunting party to satiate his own curiosity.