Getting a trail... (Edan)

"Ayan Aaron, were hund Oleu," Mira says, "ok, we are hunting, Oleu?" She is kneeling right next to you, looking down at a large number of round impressions in the soft, still wet clay; you guess Oleu was whatever made the circular tracks in the mud. You were with six other men and women, each following Mira, waiting for her orders, each being one of the "guards" from the village.

"Trian, ir agge," which you figured based on her pointing, vaguely meant, "go ahead, follow the trail," as one of the hunters, began to follow the trail, sticking low to the ground.

You looked at the equipment you carried, trying to busy yourself with something. Inspecting real quick, the three spears that Mira had given you, each one tipped with metal, which seemed to be old flecked with rust in places; looking around the village, you had noticed no evidence of ongoing metalworking. So you had to guess at the age of them.

Earlier, you had followed Mira to a gathering of numerous people outside of the village, each readying for the hunt. From there, you all had split into many smaller groups, each consisting of a couple of hunters each. The now much smaller groups, usually around ten, had then headed off into the forest. Spreading out in numerous different directions, each looking for food for their people, you and Mira were in one of them.

It had been a couple of hours of moving through the forest and getting closer to the mountains, looking for any sign of prey. Earlier, one hunter had stopped at a stream and caught a couple of fish, and one had tried to get something in the trees but had missed. Beyond that, your group has seen little success; until this trail.

You had even asked Mira at one point, how long a hunt could take, and she said "Jaro," which meant you could be out here for over a week. However, with a fresh trail like this one, she said that seemed unlikely; things seemed to be looking up.

"Aaron, liu vinc," or, "stay close," Mira said while directing the other hunters to spread out, each heading towards wherever the Oleu tracks lead them.

"Tere here?" You asked Mira, stepping closer, winching a little as a twig snaps underfoot.

"Jor, Qwit, yil bitell da Oleu," Mira, shooting you a glance. You stop, she had created a nickname for you earlier, Jor, which you found out from one hunter meant loud, reflecting how you apparently "trudged" through the woods. Not that you could say she was wrong right now.

You then, quietly as you could, slowly followed Mira up onto the ridge. Crouched low with her, you two looked out over the dip in the terrain, the clearing leading towards a small rocky pond, with small spring-waterfall pouring into it, and finally around it was a large herd of various animals. Each one was an alien, almost deer-like creature; most were little and lean, with light brown and white spots, with soft, practically wool-like fur. Each one had a foot long snout that protruded out, that rounded off to two small openings. However scattered throughout the herd was much nobler ones, each one ornamented with an enormous crown of stark white antlers. You guess they even stood over twice the height of the smaller ones, thinking that they undoubtedly stood taller than you. These must be Oleu then; you think to yourself taking in the semi-majestic creatures.

"Wat is da plan?" You ask Mira, not sure what the word for a plan should be.

"Wil ruki ver da yiqi gaya in posision," "we will wait for the others...," Mira whispered back to you, deftly moving the spear up her hand, positioning her hand towards the mid-point, getting ready to throw it.

You follow suit, albeit a bit more clumsily, looking up to see the quarry. Noticing one Oleu, looking up, and let out a hollow sounding, huh... uh... uh. Its proboscis-like nose moving up and down as it did. At the same time, you observe a couple of hunters moving behind the cover of flora and fauna surrounding the clearing. You hold your breath, waiting for Mira to let you know when and what to do — hoping that the plan goes off without a problem.