Walk | Talk | Think It was time they did something else as a pack, something he felt they did not do enough. Meals, as far as he was aware, were done on an as-needed basis, when hunger struck and never before. If others hunted together, he was unaware; he only knew they hunted at all because they were not half starved when he saw them, were not skin and bones and weak for their lack of cooperative activity to keep each other fed. This was something else he wanted to see them do, something he wanted to do with them. He wanted them to share a meal. He dragged the old body of the hog with a firm grasp of his jaws, his son walking close beside him. Between the two of them they had been able to bring the beast down, but time and age had been on their side as well. It had been smaller than others noticed within the Gulley, slower and not quite so quick-witted, and all of it had played out in their favor in the end. He might have had a small gash on his leg that stung a little with each step, but that was easily remedied later with visit to his daughter's collection of herbs and useful plants, something that could wait until after. The carcass was passed off to Eirk before they reached the center of the Gulley and Rune released a call for the pack, beckoning them to join him. If he was lucky more would be added to their potluck feast, other tasty meals that could be sampled from, but this would be good to kick things off. He glanced toward his son as Eirik finished dragging the hog within their meeting area, nodded his approval, and then sat back and waited to see who else would come and what else would be brought. OOC: Potluck! Assume everyone knew they were encouraged - though not required - to bring something to share and pass things around to eat. No order for this, Rune just wants the pack together having a nice meal. Be friendly and share your favorite foods!

Now this was something she could participate in. Though she kept to herself, hunting food for others was something she was willing to do and would not complain about if asked. She was a hunter, after all; the tiny girl was designed for stealthiness and agility, easily hidden in the shadows and using her small stature to her benefit in hunting small prey. Larger hunts were something mostly unfamiliar to her, having only taken down larger game as a sort of training session pack in Sawtooth with her family, but she was beyond accustomed to hunting small prey effectively. With ease the small woman had tracked down a small group of rabbits, cornering them in their burrows and killing them with little problem. It was no surprise when Rune called, his voice echoing across the lands; and she would go with less hesitation than normal, somewhat proud of the three fat rabbits hanging from her jaws, which she admittedly had difficulty carrying. Only when she was within sight of Rune and his son Eirik would she stiffen her posture slightly, moving swiftly to drop her kill at Rune's paws. "My contribution," she offered simply. Her tone was a bit lighter than usual, feeling accomplished, and her pale green gaze searched Rune's face for some kind of reassurance that she had done something right -- by not just bringing food to the feast and contribution, but by arriving promptly and trying desperately to not seem so standoffish.

Slowed down by the heavy goose swinging from her jaws, Warja wasn't the first to arrive. The weight of her offering wasn't enough to hinder the bounce in her step, although the little lilt to each movement caused the bird to swing harder. Occasionally she had to stop and rest it on the ground for fear of getting too caught up in the movement and subsequently pulled off her paws. Warja made a beeline for the hog and gently laid her catch down beside it. The goose was already partially plucked; his breast and belly laid bare. Evidence of the plucking was readily detectable, the occasionally bit of fluff marring the healer's coat - something she was unaware of. ""

Walk | Talk | Think Rune glanced at his son beside him as they waited for the pack to arrive, assessing the boy after their hunt. He seemed to have come away unscathed, which was good news, though his pale coat did look a little ruffled from the exertion of their efforts. He still occasionally licked at his lips, though the grey Guardian did not quite believe it was merely as a means of cleaning up whatever mess he might have made during their hunt; from the way his rosy eyes, a deeper shade than his mother's, continued to find their way back to the hog, Rune suspected he was eager for their potluck to begin. It was amusing, but Rune kept his amusement to himself, choosing instead to redirect his attention away as he waited for the members of Secretua to show. And first to make an appearance was their sole Hunter, Saga. A quick, sidelong glance was made toward his son as the young wolf he had stood up for approached them, wondering if the boy was as pleased as his father that the girl was contributing. And very well at that. Not one but three rabbits, plump and perfect, dangled limply from her jaws - surely a chore to carry - and with a calm, subtle smile he nodded his approval. "A fine contribution," he praised in his simplistic way. Another came forward to join them, and because of the sight she posed Rune had to do a double take. Warja, his eccentric daughter, was practically bouncing because of the bird she carried, a lovely goose already partially plucked and with the evidence of it still scattered over the girl and stuck in her fur. He did his best not to shake his head at the state of her, though he did sigh as he tried not let his lips quirk into something more wry and telling. "Didn't give you much trouble, I hope?" he asked of his daughter as she set the bird down beside the hog, moving forward to pluck a feather from the fur of her neck before her brother could get a chance to say something teasing about it.