Dinner time

Cairo nodded with a grin at Drachen’s response, tail answering the companionable man’s wag with its own.

As the hunt got under way, Cairo broke into a long-legged gallop, stretching out with surprising speed. He’d had a long time to get used to the weight of armor, and this set now fit like a second pelt. The bear claws gave him extra traction as he bore down on the tiring buck.

In three more bounds, the Adravendi launched himself into the buck’s side, staggering it as he grappled a foreleg over the buck’s back, the other slipping under its neck as he twisted himself, clamping his jaws around the thick, winter-shagged neck, canines sinking in and ripping free. He was experienced enough by now that he rarely missed his target, and by the blood that spattered the ground he’d gotten the jugular.

He dropped free as the buck slowed, and quickly, he rammed it, sending it floundering to the ground where he sat on it, humming to the buck until the light died in its eyes and the spastic kicks slowed.

Once the deer was dead, he smiled at Drachen. “Good hunt, Drachen. Have you skinned a dear before?”

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