Stranger to see you again

Dómari worked his way backwards slowly. He'd managed to catch a young pronghorn and was working his way over to a small cluster of trees on the prairie where he could get a little shade. His exertion coupled with the sun on his dark pelt was quickly causing him to over heat. Finally he arrived and dropped the kill. Oof! He took a few gulps of air and then bent his head to start chewing at the skin and flesh around the horns. Lynvarr insisted that the horns could be used to hold things and act like a cup. He set to gnawing and as he worked he looked out across the prairie where he spied a familiar looking form. Hey, that looked like the man he'd sparred not too long ago! "Hey, Eraithus!" he called out and stood up so that he'd be more recognizable. "How are you? Are you hungry?"

He bent his head figuring he could start on the skinning now and offer the other man a meal if he needed it. Dómari started at the belly rather than the neck, carefully working his way across to spill the creatures guts. If the man was in need of calories he could scarcely do better than the liver. Dómari lapped the blood off his face before continuing the cut up to the base of the neck.