Hip-Hip, Hipporay!

Lotus wasn’t about to let Mitros out of his sight anytime soon. Keeping close to the blue wolf, he eyed the funny fat thing they’d been keeping an eye on. Too big for them to hunt it themselves, but it seemed as if they were going to have a bit of luck. A group of wolves had come to admire the fat creature as well. He didn’t recognise the wolves, but Mitros seemed comfortable with them. He trusted his brother's judgement.

“What do you think it tastes like?” He asked, leaning closer to Mitros as he spoke. Would it be tough and leathery like its hide looked?


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