It was cold. But that was part of the reason why he had picked now. Not only was thread less of a threat right now because it was cold and almost ready to snow, but scents also didn't travel as well in cold air. Personally, Rodegnar really detested cold. He liked it hot and humid. But ... it wasn't something that could be changed with the tweak of a thermostat. Neither could he pull up roots and move to a swamp. So it was made do with.

In any event, the weather cured the thread and the scent issues. There were a few other issues that might be more difficult to overcome. Like ... sheer rambunctiousness. It was hard to sneak up on something when there was all this bouncing going on. But that was also half the point.

Denshi needed to learn to hunt. It was more than past high time she learned how to not only be soundless and still, but also how to move and still be just as soundless and unseen. Though ... since the foliage here was hardly in crimsons and dark almost black blues, the unseen part was going to be a lot harder.

At least the creatures here were less liable to turn about and tear her head off if they weren't killed quickly. Barring whers, but that wasn't going to be much of a problem either. Not with the bulk of Intanaith stretched out along one game trail in the forest. Even just snoozing like that, the dragon's presence was going to keep most wild whers away. Predators just did that ... and predators and prey was certainly something Rodegnar understood inherently, despite being Fleetborn.

They ... were probably going to be out here awhile. Likely more than a week. Because the nature of hunting had to be driven home. Not only the hows of it, but the why. Hunting was for the purpose of food, after all. Bad hunting meant a lean diet. Of course, they were in no danger of starving, Rodegnar was a fair hand at the art, if not the best. A side effect of being Fleetborn, again. He had learned how as a child himself, but beyond that it was something inherent in Narjur instinct. Denshi ... he had no idea how many of her instincts were intact. She certainly had enough energy, now if only she could channel it!

"Please stop bouncing." Rodegnar requested patiently. Intanaith would be around, but they also had to leave the dragon behind. No prey was going to be around when there was a dragon in the vicinity. First, he would show her how hunting worked - if he could get her to be still. And then he'd let her try catching something. If she ever managed that (he was hopeful at any rate), then he'd try teaching her how to be the ghost of the land, able to sneak up on something that wasn't first wounded and easy to catch.

Slow, one thing at a time.