I'll Tan Your Hide

Dómari's focus was solely on hunting now that winter was so close. While Valhalla wasn't a huge pack he did want to make sure they had a good amount of food to start out the winter until they knew how the prey would fair. He'd been tracking a herd of whitetail deer and debating if it was worth the effort. His foxes were with him and could move much quicker than he could but they were sprinters. Could the trio really take down a white tail deer? He felt it was unlikely unless one of them was quite sick.

Lynvarr nudged him and he gazed down at the pale fox. He'd heard something. Dómari scented the wind and caught the scent of another wolf. He followed it and saw a woman about his age not to far off. He recognized her as one of the women that came this his rescue when he was attacked by a bear. He kept a respectful distance but got close enough to be able to speak to her in a lower voice. "Would you care for a partner this hunt? We could split the kill 50/50."