[Ugh. No. Prepare to have a wry expression at that one. Pulling fungi off a tree is not hunting either.
What's a little sad is if he sit still enough and waits, he can ultimately hear him, rambling around in the underbrush. Silence--Ven's trying to sneak on something. Crash, rush, snap--Ven's tripping through the underbrush and the birds are flying away.
The silverscale walks from the water, giving himself only a slight shake to clear water from his scales. And then it's back on the obsidian boulder again, tucking his back legs under him and his front legs crossed on the black stone.]
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What's a little sad is if he sit still enough and waits, he can ultimately hear him, rambling around in the underbrush. Silence--Ven's trying to sneak on something. Crash, rush, snap--Ven's tripping through the underbrush and the birds are flying away.
The silverscale walks from the water, giving himself only a slight shake to clear water from his scales. And then it's back on the obsidian boulder again, tucking his back legs under him and his front legs crossed on the black stone.]