GOD MORGEN! - PACK HUNT!

Dawn had barely begun to poke its head over the horizon when Inga returned to the densite, washed up and ready to begin the day only to find that the camp was rather quiet.  Too quiet.  Either everyone was out and about or there were still some sleepyheads!  No, no, no now that would not do.  With winter around the corner it was time to start filling their stores for the winter and the elder woman would see the young men and women of Yfir start their day with a hearty meal!  But nothing was free and if they wanted to eat they'd have to work for a few hours first.  The deer seemed to be active in the forest, filling their own bellies and fattening up nice and plump for the colder months.  Inga licked her lips.  Yes, she could taste the veal now!

Marching into the middle of the densite Inga threw back her head and howled for her fellow packmates to come and gather for a hunt.  She might be a bit old but she was a sturdy and stout woman and could at least lead and direct a hunt if she could not deliver the killing blow.  

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