Meals on Wheels

The Warlord gave a wry smile to the task. It was how he had filled his time when he had broken his leg. He had sharpened so many sticks then, he still had dreams about them. At least it was a good he could do quickly, and do well. He grabbed one from the pile, and set his elongated teeth to the task of filing.

Roan was just as quick to grab a stick, and as they worked, Resin would fill them in on the plan. He was starting to see where Io got her hunting ideas from. They would certainly be taking home a lot of meat, and he was glad the three of them were heavy set wolves. They would be up to the task. “Good plan” he commented alongside Roan, spitting wood from his teeth.