Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140513180907

As soon as Tanner picked up on the trail of the Beowulves, Camo focused himself on the task at hand; there would be time to settle his hash with Al later. When the sneaky Faunus pointed out the activity ahead, the archer didn't bother waiting for his partner's request; by the time Talen turned to address him, he was already sneaking around the greenery, flanking the rustling in the bushes as quietly as he could.

Sure enough, there was a quartet of Beowulves in the bush, all gathered around something. It looked like...ugh, like the carcass of an elk. It hadn't been dead long, and it appeared that the creatures of Grimm were about halfway through eating it. (Looks like we're not the only hunters out here today,) Camo thought to himself. They seemed pre-occupied, so the stealthy trainee returned to his teammates and quietly reported, "(Four marks, lupine, in the middle of lunch. Probably easiest to hit them from above...or possibly from all sides. What's the plan?)"