You're what all the fuss is about

Aslatiel · 07-30-2021, 11:08 PM

Hunting was indeed what Aslatiel had been doing. The mighty little hunter had managed to bring down a yearling doe on her own and was slowly dragging half of it back to her den. The other half had been left with Ocean and Chrystelle. Though she imagined they were capable of finding their own food, Aslatiel enjoyed killing things, so why not feed them while she was at it?

As she pulled the bisected doe back towards her den so that she could process the meat, the scent of Briar entered her nose. The antlered girl was the only one of her younger siblings that she connected with. The others were aloof and, honestly, boring. After their mother 'died', Aslatiel made an effort and that effort had gone unrewarded, save for Briar. The girl had thrust herself onto Asla while she'd been stuck inside with a broken leg. That tenacity had turned the coldness to affection.

Coming forward into the clearing around the den, Asla noted Briar and a blue and black boy. Ahhh... was this the one that Briar had mentioned to her prior? Dragging half a carcass across grassy plains was bound to make one a big bloody. Asla released her hold one the deer and approached the pair, licking the blood from her maw as she did so. "Briar, you've brought a snack, I see." The woman's galactic gaze sparkled with mirth as she looked the tall boy over.

"Speech"

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You're what all the fuss is about

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