(Not) Beef: It's What's For Dinner

Víðarr · 02-06-2023, 12:25 PM

She was fast, he was not-- it made them an awfully good pair for hunting. Falling in a practiced tandem as they had many times before, the pair was able to work in harmony. That, and maybe Viðarr could hope to take her mind off of whatever not so great feelings in her chest. Though he wasn't much of a talker, he could help in the ways he knew. This is what he knows. Having pinned down the scent, the two of them were off.

Celeste was off like a shot, and the shadow trailed at a distance. The herd of mule deer came into view around the bend, and he took off at a steady run. Slower, but with purpose. Every ounce of the man (and there were many) was dialed in. Focused. The winds were in their favor, and the pair were able to approach their quarry without much detection. The shadow fixed his gaze on what looked to be an elderly cow toward the back of the herd, with enough meat on her bones to feed what remained of their scattered band. He inclined his head toward his target before surging towards her, making to push her away from the pack and pinch her position between his own and Celeste.

A small hunting party, but the perfect balance between strong and fast. Viðarr was living for it.

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(Not) Beef: It's What's For Dinner

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