Food Time! [Pack Hunt]

Domari’s praise brought a fresh well of accomplishment to the Adravendi’s heart, but still. “Next time, I’m going to not falter in striking. I hesitated before I attacked.” He gave a nod, mostly to himself, tail still wagging with a fresh surge of determination. Next time, he’d do better.

Domari had the buck’s neck, and as Nolan took a hold, Cairo took hold of a foreleg and lifted, pulling with the two males as they headed back toward Valhalla’s center. He was looking forward to the projects the deer would provide, seeing the hide folded, or being worn by one of his packmates. Every bit of this buck would find a use, from the bones and hide and flesh to the blood. Was there a way to store it somehow?

His head whirled with possibilities as he pulled, and he looked forward to the future.

-exit indeed!-

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think