Looking out across the river, he was becoming more aware of the pain in his hips where the bear had fallen on him earlier in their fight. Aresenn ran his tongue along his lips to clear any remaining droplets of water before turning back to the freshly slain bear. He stood still for a moment, carefully watching the other boy- nearly the same age as himself- tearing through the opening he had started while the bear was still alive. He could still hear the pounding of his own heart in his ears and had no desire to press tensions any further.
However, the kill was very much to his own credit as it was to the other wolfs, and while they might have worked well together, he would not mistake a shared experience for camaraderie. And it seemed that the sentiment was mutual. Aresenn answered the growl with one of his own as he pressed closer. "Take whatever you want." The Praetor boy demanded. "I just want some of the hide for leather." And without waiting for further input, Aresenn set to peeling back flesh, starting at the tear into the shoulders he had started the fight with.
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