Breakfast is Served

While he wasn't a hunter by trade, that is to say, one specializing in that particular skill, he was capable of it and he was aware of the mountain sheep that had made their way to the ravine, which was rather less mountainous than the species generally preferred. He had been putting some thought into finding a way to take a few, or to take them all and have them preserved against future need, since the less steep terrain here gave the Aerie wolves a bit of an advantage against a species that depended on their ability to traverse cliffsides to escape being eaten.

His ears pricked at the sound of Zagon's voice calling out softly, and he set off to find his younger cousin to see what he was calling them for.