Dinner time

Cairo’s patrols often included keeping an eye on the prey, especially as the winter had been a rougher one than usual for the west. Aurielle would be calling a meeting soon enough, as well as the kickoff for the raid she planned. Perhaps he’d get the Hunting Circle together to bring down a moose or bison to store.

Well, it seemed someone agreed with his entirely unspoken thoughts of hunting. An unfamiliar voice sang for the pack, extending a wish to hunt, and he nodded to Chrystal. The owl would continue the border patrol while he hunted, and should any issues catch her eyes, she’d fetch him.

He trotted briskly through the snow, bi-chocolated tail waving easily behind him. He wore full armor, and his bear-clawed bracers helped him keep traction on the icier patches of snow.

He spotted the man and woofed softly in greeting, his easy natured grin on his features as he drew close enough to greet him. From the look of him, this must be the newest member of the pack, Drachen. Aurielle had informed him of the man’s joining, and he swept a quick glance over him, assessing quickly.

“Hello. I’m Cairo Adravendi, Sentinel of Valhalla. What did you have in mind?” His eyes cast toward the mule deer herd—out of sight, but they were creatures of habit, and had their favorite spots and times of day to be there.

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