Thanksgiving Bounty
11-27-2018, 09:22 PM
Rhyme looked up at Imperia from the carcass he was scavenging. Deer didn’t often die when they got into fights during rut, but this old timer had been unlucky. His antlers were massive, they didn’t seem to have receded yet, but there was a more impressive buck out there that had ended him. All was well in Rhyme’s eyes though. Imperia perched on his antlers, picking at the shoulders of the once magnificent animal as Rhyme enjoyed some of its more delicate organs. The old deer was tough, but Rhyme had plenty of meat to fill himself. He might call out to some pack members to join him as well. He doubted he’d be able to drag the whole thing to their community kill site after gorging himself. He say back, blood staining his lips all the way down to his chest and his front legs. He was messy, but he was also more than content. He burped, disturbing Imperia. She flapped her wings at him and hopped to the creatures useless ribs to feed on what Rhyme couldn’t finish. He sighed contentedly, and with the Autumn sun on his back called out to any of his pack mates who wished to join in his bounty. |
