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Last minute entry for small game hunting title for Geralt

Dog's Name (+link): Deimos K-9 White Wolf of Rivia
Sport:Small game hunting
Class: Open
Previous Titles: NA
Entry: you are here

Story

Taras got Geralt ready for his first game hunt title the weather was surprisingly warm and the birds sang in the air clouds scudded across the sky and this was the kind of day that Taras loved he smiled as he ruffled Geralt's ears and fussed him lovingly before he led him to the hunting grounds and slipped off his lead.

Geralt was an avid hunter and although he had no titles to his name had a keen sense of smell which the game horts were famous for, he wagged his tail and started to track the game soon having a good scent he let out one large bay and then hunted silently going beneath a gorse bush and putting up a fox.

With a burst of energy and a rustling of leaves the fox was off, going as fast as his legs would carry him Geralt in hot pursuit as he followed it's every jink and hop making sure he would not leave its trail.
The fox tried everything jinking, going through thick underbrush but Geralt kept on the pursuit his tongue lolling as he chased his prey with a keen eye and nose, not letting him out his sight for a moment, loving the thrill of the chase.

From where the spectators were looking there was just a white streak after a red blur as the hort tried to bring down his quarry, the fox jinked again and leaped in the air as Geralt might jaws almost closed around him, it was literally a high speed chase for survival from the fox's point of view, but he started to tire panting hard as the two of them traversed the scrubland eventually Geralt Catching up and grabbing the fox which squealed once and then lay still in the mighty horts jaws, the fight was over and Geralt had won.

He carried his prey back to his handler tail wagging and head help up high as the dead fox hung from his jaws the hort could not be happier, he had a look on his face as if saying look what I have done aren't I clever?
Taras fussed his hound with a smile and patted his back taking the fox and presenting it to the judge, as evidence of what Geralt had done, he felt sorry for the fox but was also glad that Geralt had managed to bring him down with such little to no mark. When this was done he got down on his knees and fussed the dog with a smile, he could not believe that Geralt had pulled it off in such a small time frame but he had and for that he deserved a reward.

He could not have been more pleased as he clipped the lead bak on to his collar and ruffled his head fur, he had done him proud and now all there was to see was whether they had done enough to score enough points to win their CACIT, only time would tell.

503 words

Description

Last minute entry for small game hunting title for Geralt

Dog's Name (+link): Deimos K-9 White Wolf of Rivia
Sport:Small game hunting
Class: Open
Previous Titles: NA
Entry: you are here

Story

Taras got Geralt ready for his first game hunt title the weather was surprisingly warm and the birds sang in the air clouds scudded across the sky and this was the kind of day that Taras loved he smiled as he ruffled Geralt's ears and fussed him lovingly before he led him to the hunting grounds and slipped off his lead.

Geralt was an avid hunter and although he had no titles to his name had a keen sense of smell which the game horts were famous for, he wagged his tail and started to track the game soon having a good scent he let out one large bay and then hunted silently going beneath a gorse bush and putting up a fox.

With a burst of energy and a rustling of leaves the fox was off, going as fast as his legs would carry him Geralt in hot pursuit as he followed it's every jink and hop making sure he would not leave its trail.
The fox tried everything jinking, going through thick underbrush but Geralt kept on the pursuit his tongue lolling as he chased his prey with a keen eye and nose, not letting him out his sight for a moment, loving the thrill of the chase.

From where the spectators were looking there was just a white streak after a red blur as the hort tried to bring down his quarry, the fox jinked again and leaped in the air as Geralt might jaws almost closed around him, it was literally a high speed chase for survival from the fox's point of view, but he started to tire panting hard as the two of them traversed the scrubland eventually Geralt Catching up and grabbing the fox which squealed once and then lay still in the mighty horts jaws, the fight was over and Geralt had won.

He carried his prey back to his handler tail wagging and head help up high as the dead fox hung from his jaws the hort could not be happier, he had a look on his face as if saying look what I have done aren't I clever?
Taras fussed his hound with a smile and patted his back taking the fox and presenting it to the judge, as evidence of what Geralt had done, he felt sorry for the fox but was also glad that Geralt had managed to bring him down with such little to no mark. When this was done he got down on his knees and fussed the dog with a smile, he could not believe that Geralt had pulled it off in such a small time frame but he had and for that he deserved a reward.

He could not have been more pleased as he clipped the lead bak on to his collar and ruffled his head fur, he had done him proud and now all there was to see was whether they had done enough to score enough points to win their CACIT, only time would tell.

503 words