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Alastor

"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
1130
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
553
player
Joe

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1KHalloween 2020 - Spooky Cave
04-17-2021, 11:57 PM


As he had expected, Sera adamantly refused his aid, sealing his assumptions up in his mind. She was afraid of him, but he didn't think she was afraid of him per se. Something was making her panicked and flighty, something he was invoking in her, but what it was he couldn't put his paw on it. It all seemed too familiar though... Regardless, Alastor nodded his head and smirked, then rapped a paw against his own large skull. "Me too! Mother always said I was thick-headed, although I think she meant something else by that, haha!" he said with a laugh, his smile gradually returning to his face.

Alastor returned over to their kill, using his razor sharp claws to carefully skin the elk so as not to damage its pelt. "When you make a kill, if your prey's pelt isn't damaged in the hunt, try to skin it in one solid piece with something sharp. Claws, sharp rocks, daggers, anything that can cut skin. That way you can clean the fur and use it for things like bedding," he explained while he flipped the elk and repeated the process on the other side for her to watch. Once he had skinned the deer, he stacked the two large segments of pelt off to the side and motioned to them while meeting her oceanic eyes. "These are yours to take back with you. Your kill, your rewards."

With the animal skinned and the delicious meat exposed, Alastor began to tear in, butchering some choice cuts from the animal and pulling them away to set aside. Once he had collected a good portion of meat, he picked up his meal and stepped away from the elk to give Sera enough space to approach and get some food if she wished as well. If not, she could at least collect the pelts and study the kill without him being near her. Alastor might not have been the nicest wolf, but he wasn't daft. He knew the source of her discomfort was him and he didn't need toe exacerbate that any. "What are you going to do with your kill?" he asked as he began to wolf down mouthfuls of meat like a ravenous predator, which in this case he was.

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