caravan blues
seasonal prompt, twig
08-09-2019, 01:55 PM
it was done. they had succeeded and all there was left to do was talk about how to split their kill. controlling her breathing, the piebald would look to Twig. "take the pelt and some meat" Morgan said, offering more of the share she was willing to drag along every day she moved location. she was a loner, after all, and had no formal home to carry much back with. she only wanted food and would devour most of - if not all - their kill. a pelt was useful to line a den, true, but she didn't want to lug that around with her. now, if she had a permanent place to rest... it'd be different. she'd want the pelt.
but she couldn't justify taking it. despite coming up with a plan, Twig had actually made the kill. Morgan had just fended off competition. moving back to allow the Abaven woman room to skin the doe, she'd rest her weary self by placing her rear on the ground. her neck bent to lick at her wounds, the piebald fell silent. there was no reason to bitch or moan about things. as far as she was concerned, the kill was easy and the cougar didn't put up much fight. it could have been a lot worse.
ooc; 2500 / 2500 words "speech"
but she couldn't justify taking it. despite coming up with a plan, Twig had actually made the kill. Morgan had just fended off competition. moving back to allow the Abaven woman room to skin the doe, she'd rest her weary self by placing her rear on the ground. her neck bent to lick at her wounds, the piebald fell silent. there was no reason to bitch or moan about things. as far as she was concerned, the kill was easy and the cougar didn't put up much fight. it could have been a lot worse.
ooc; 2500 / 2500 words "speech"
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