Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

“I fought a bear, and we’re bringing back the meat for the stores. The pelt will be split between you and Spider.” He told her, the grouchiness yet to leave his voice. The only reason he wasn’t limping worse, was because he refused to show it past what he absolutely couldn’t help.

They weren’t far off now, the scent of death was getting stronger. He knew Ignita wasn’t going to be a huge help in carrying it. In fact, bringing her was almost a bad idea. But he’d done it anyway. He was grumpy, he hurt, Hazel was busy. The scent of Ignita calmed some of the anger and wildness in his heart.

“Here” he said, turning between two tall trees, and coming to a stop next to a dead body. He growled when he saw a bite mark in its pelt. By the looks of it, their arrival had scared off a fox. “Help me cut up the pelt” He ordered her, tossing her a dagger.