When does the sabertooth hunt? [Plot/Voda/Asisiak]

Vodarara would not be aware of the events that happened around him. The acts of the djinn that evening and the mark it left upon his equipment for some time, the djinn weaved its sigil, its rune upon the hunters quiver.
The quiver, the key arsenal of the ranger it carried his ammunition and acted as useful storage but it was something ever present after all without ammunition the bow was a tool that could not be effectively used.

The huntsman would not hear or comprehend the Chief statements that occurred after he drifted into the state of intoxication.
The huntsman had become consumed in what felt like an eternal storm, finding himself both stumbling in his mind and in reality. The storms eyes was all consuming, its twisting corridor felt like a limitation on the hunters movements as he danced to its tune with his steps.

If Vodarara's mind had time to comprehend or think what was going on, he would have been wondering what exactly the Chief had made him drink, what was the concoction of ingredients that led to these effects but he did not have time to comprehend or even think on that as he drifted in this seemingly eternal dream or maybe it was a nightmare.

This would only come to an end when Vodarara's eyes would look to the heavens or rather the caves ceiling. For it was not a ceiling to his eyes at this time but rather a raging storm filled with the greatest of stars followed by a blazing skybird, enraptured in the storm the creature would rise up like a predator marking its prey and descend upon the huntsman in his visions.

The crashing bolt that was the predator crashed down upon him, like a bolt of lightning or static that burned as it washed over the huntsman.

Only his beastial companions would be able to witness the events without eyes afflicted with intoxication.
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The huntsman would awaken with little comprehension of the current time. The flew furs he had left on when he returned to the cavern, burned and singed on his body, wrapped in a cold sweat across his body from the nightmares. The limited flesh that was visible on Vodarara at areas that were not covered by his garb either normally or from the damage it had sustained, seemed to riddled with markings as if he had been struck by lightning and it had woven its marks across his body from head to toe.

He would slowly come to the comprehension that he had somehow found himself clamped to the arm of the chief. Having somewhat curled his body, his upper arms wrapped tightly around the mass that was Asisiak's upper arm and legs wrapped around her lower arm.
The hunter would jolt in panic, his grip tightening as his muscles stiffened as his alertness began to peek as his eyes darted around his surroundings.

The cracks of dawn were lost on the gentle snowstorm that graced this early morning. The snowfall was enough to block out light but it wasn't so bad that it would prevent them from traveling. The grey sky seemed somewhat peaceful in the background of the cave opening, the fire from the night down to a single log that was starting to die down from a small fire to smoldering wood. The dancing embers cast over them as it would light their shelter. Not only revealing the paintings from yesterday but also what looked like burn marks against the stone floor that was farther out from the fire and closer to Vodarara. It was unclear if the burns came from stray fire, or lightning possibly?

It wouldn't be too long that after Vodarara woke up that Asisiak would too. As she began to stir she would look down to see the frantic human. With a small laugh, she would let it be known that she was awake as she would lift him with her arm and began to address him. "Were you cold or frightened?"

Without waiting for him to respond she had already set him down on the ground upright as she began to get up herself. As she picked up some of her things she would step out the fire before taking a look at her companion. When she was able to get a glance at the markings along his body she would be sure to comment on it. "Looks like you got caught in a storm." As she spoke she continued to dress as if she was ready to go out into the wild once again."Before we go, I need to make sure you're still on board with me."

"I know it was a lot I hit you with last night, but if you can do as you're told and content with that we can accomplish all of my goals." As she spoke she would hand sit down for a moment on a log to fasten her boots tighter as she continued her comments. "I would keep us here to plan more, but I think from here we need to go back to the village so we can talk about how we are to rebuild the sabertooth warriors."

Her words were composed as once again the grand ambitions of the chieftess had become her priorities quickly. It having even trumped the idea of continuing their hunting trip. Though with their lands there was always time to hunt and there was always a need for it. However, if her plans were to succeed she wouldn't have to worry about her people and she wouldn't have to worry about their pride and heritage disappearing.

Vodarara had expected to be flung off or scrapped along the ground as would any pest or vermin attached to a creature. It was unexpected that he would rather just be lifted into the area like a child and addressed rather than questioned.

The huntsman would only have the opportunity to nod before he was set down upright as the towering monolith that was the Chief began to get to her own feet, the huntsman unbinding himself and gathering what remnants of his equipment he could.
He would need to resupply and reequip before his next exploration and given the tatters that were his garb it would be a fair delay, clothing didn't not come in his sizes or requirements after all the Imuchakk found the temperatures natural.

The huntsman would continue to listen as the Chief spoke as she enquired with him again. She was trying to affirm if Vodarara was still willing to follow her and her goal, though Vodarara didn't exactly comprehend its complete meaning or understand how they would reach it. He knew how to kill, hide and hunt but he was no master of community.

The huntsman would prostrate himself, placing his knees and forehead on the floor before the Chief. Lowering himself before her,

"The hunt serves the peak, this one may be used as you desire."

Vodarara was never truly independent, he was an individual that was rather socially mute and lived day by day with his limited pool of beast companions, he had developed feelings of fear, adore and respect for the Chief, like any creature would for the creature that topped the power of the beasts of the land.

The huntsman was set of the path to become an arrow in her quiver. He did not revile that after all he was never truly an independent or free individual.