[ It's instinct to chase down prey that runs--something that Jade and Floyd often struggled with when they first arrived on land. When someone would run in fear their first desire is always to chase them down and drag them back where they want them. As predators of the sea it was only natural to make sure one's prey never made it back home...
Which is why he's acutely aware of his own limitations here on land. While Jade and Floyd had the capability of being patient, they were ambush hunters by nature. Unlike Rook and his kind--persistence hunters who could walk and pursue far longer than any beast could run.
Although there were some habits from the sea that Jade occasionally failed to remember unless he was hunting something down himself... Tracks. Broken blades of grass. Even his own scent were all tools that Rook could use against him--so much so that the hunter was careful about his own diet for far more than just calories. His scent was subtle in a way that Jade often failed to notice until he was upon him, a theoretical knife against his throat. Fortunately, it is in the eel's nature to be aware of his surroundings.
He doesn't expect to lose him, but the laugh cracking through the trees on the wind give him the confirmation he's craving.
Rook isn't just here on business.
Jade's lungs are burning once he slides down the scaling side of a rocky hill, but his goal isn't far now. Fingers wrap around the strap of his waterproof bag to ensure it doesn't stray as he ducks down near low-hanging branches, free hand rising to his mouth to attempt to shield the sound of his painfully human lungs reclaiming the air they so desperately need. ]
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Which is why he's acutely aware of his own limitations here on land. While Jade and Floyd had the capability of being patient, they were ambush hunters by nature. Unlike Rook and his kind--persistence hunters who could walk and pursue far longer than any beast could run.
Although there were some habits from the sea that Jade occasionally failed to remember unless he was hunting something down himself... Tracks. Broken blades of grass. Even his own scent were all tools that Rook could use against him--so much so that the hunter was careful about his own diet for far more than just calories. His scent was subtle in a way that Jade often failed to notice until he was upon him, a theoretical knife against his throat. Fortunately, it is in the eel's nature to be aware of his surroundings.
He doesn't expect to lose him, but the laugh cracking through the trees on the wind give him the confirmation he's craving.
Rook isn't just here on business.
Jade's lungs are burning once he slides down the scaling side of a rocky hill, but his goal isn't far now. Fingers wrap around the strap of his waterproof bag to ensure it doesn't stray as he ducks down near low-hanging branches, free hand rising to his mouth to attempt to shield the sound of his painfully human lungs reclaiming the air they so desperately need. ]