One Fist of Iron, One Fist of Steel

Kaler slinked close to Éldi so the two could converse as they debating about hunting strategy. Askr was out of ear shot but that was fine for now. The raven would be able to keep an eye on the prey and alert them to anything they needed to know. He was talking heatedly with his feline companion when a short, clipped caw from Askr told him someone else was approaching. The wolf wasn't to hard to spot, cloaked in a dazzling pelt of exotic colors and patterns that was difficult for him to describe. His first instinct was that this might be one of the gods but in reality he knew better. He'd run across a few fantastically colored creatures, he could remember a small family of them at the recent pack challenges. This male perhaps was one of them.

Éldi nodded swiftly at the man's question. "Yes, my companion and I were just debating on the best way to take one of them. Would you like to join us? I'm willing to split the kill 50/50." He felt this was fairly generous of him as Kaler and Askr would be eating from his half but in truth half a deer was more than enough for the three of them. They would likely end up leaving plenty for the scavengers. Though Éldi supposed he could work at some of the more interesting bones and bring those back with him. Maybe the pelt to. With winter coming he knew he needed to line his den with something warmer than the leaves and debris he had been using. Not to mention there was the market he was supposed to be preparing goods for.

Askr swooped down to land in front of the two wolves. "I've seen a couple targets. There's an old doe on the east side of the herd. Towards the middle of the herd there's a buck that is limping, I believe it's been injured in the rut. There's another doe that seems to have a bit of a cold but its hard for me to be sure."