Hunting with Mother part 2. (Patreon)

My mother Hjarif, bears the title "Night Owl" owing to her exceptional skills as a hunter. Her feet hardly press the ground, leaving no footprints and she can remain unseen despite her size.

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It only took us two hours to get from our home to the iron mines where the creature was last spotted. We followed it's tracks and it trailed north-east deep into the forest where no one dares to trek alone. Pushing forward another two leagues, the canopies grew thicker and the trees cast wider shadows. My mother suddenly halted and knelt, inspecting marks on the ground and she spoke in a hushed tone:

"We are gaining on it Brenda, it's closer than I expected"
"Good, I would like to be done before dinner"