Idus listened silent, his hands gripped how bow tightly. Normally he hated having people with him when he hunted, others tended to be a distraction. He would only have one shot to either kill or wound his pray, the likely hood he would get a second shot was slim. Slowly as the others came up with a plan he examined his bow carefully, making sure there were no cracks in the limbs or frayed bow string. Any hunter worth anything ensure their tools were up to the task. He had hand made this bow a long time ago, everyday he made sure it was in good working order by practicing with it for hours. After checking the body over with his hands and eyes he gently pulled back the string. Satisfied the bow will work he turned his attention to his arrows. Each one was hand crafted by Idus and deserved the same attention of his bow. Most would believe a Goblins arrows to be little more then sharpened sticks with ratty feathers tied to them with little to no accuracy farther then a few feet. Idus's arrows were far different then that, many were taken from elvish and human corpse's. Idus would go to great length to retrieve his arrows.
[i]One shot...one kill[/i] he thought with a chuckle. Suddenly a thought came to mind [i]I really should play nice...they did take us in...don't want to make any of them feel bad.[/i] He thought with a laugh as every begain depart to hunt.
Idus moved a head of the rest of his group. He was tracking a Boar quickly as he could while ensuring the other keep up. Suddenly he came unto the scene of the boar and two wolves. The wolves were not really good for eating, but Idus always wanted a wolf pelt, maybe a cape or something to keep him warm on those long winter hunts. After informing the others and being informed of a plan he quickly moved into position, determined to get his pelt.