young and a menace

Grimshaw was a bit tired of hunting the same meals around the Armada and sought to stretch his reach out a bit further. When he was in search of a cart to haul the meat back on, he acquired a hunting partner. He never spent any time with Azure, though their trip was silent and Grimshaw was perfectly fine with that. The trip to the prairie had taken up a  good chunk of their morning, but even the cart didn't slow Grimshaw down as they traveled west to the flatter lands were larger herds of hoofed animals call home. Although the gazelle weren't the same size as the deer around the armada, they were smaller actually, they would be a change of pace for the wolves that were used to eating either venison or fish. Grimshaw was certainly ready for a change of taste.

Stepping out from the straps securing the cart to him, Grimshaw motioned to a small herd of gazelle at the bottom of the small hill they stood on. There weren't many in the small herd that he pointed to, but if the man was interested they could spent the entire afternoon hunting the entire herd down and bringing it back late that night. "Do you want to thin or cull the herd?" He asked quietly, leaving it up to the older man.

"Speech."