Less Work For More Food

Fern was there a moment after he left cover, letting out a bark of her own as she began to herd the deer. Together, they could keep them running on roughly the path of their chowing. Any time one started to dart to the side, Basilisk would leap forward, barking and snarling.

It was actually pretty fun, herding he deer along through the woods was exhilarating and he found his tongue lolling out as he enjoyed the chase. Then they were sending the deer over the wall, and one hit the trap. There was a sudden snap as Basilisk moved around the wall and found the injured deer. “You got it” he agreed at Ferns directions. He trotted forward and grabbed at the deer's throat. Finding it easier than usual, trapped and damaged as the deer was. He made quick work of it, putting it out of its misery.

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