Hey Caribou-bou, How About That Pick-I-Nic Basket

Dómari jumped as he heard a voice call out to him. He whipped his head around to see a young woman who quickly, and more quietly, expressed her interest in the caribou. It took him a moment to process her words as his caught site of her eye color and distinctive markings. Was she a Xanilov? It was hard to be sure without asking and now wasn't the best time to shoot the breeze if they wanted to eat. He was about to reply when a large male close to his own age appeared and then another young woman.

Dómari grinned. A hunting party! Blessings from the spirits he was going to get to try caribou today if everything went according to plan. "Excellent. Yes, I'm more than happy split the meat four ways. Though if I could I want at least half of the hide. The antlers are up for grabs but we can always settle some of the finer points later." They didn't know for sure that the hunt would be successful but with these numbers he was feeling pretty good about it.

"There's a wounded buck with a cut on his neck. I think he'd be an idea target so let's get the caribou running. We have a wide open area to pressure the herd until the weaker ones fall back. Whoever gets to the caribou first needs to drag it down. Bite wherever, pull the creature down then whoever is free needs to get the throat. A lot can change in a hunt so I'm not big on over planning. Let's keep it simple. Sound good?"