Everyone's Got a Baby Caribou.

The caribou never stood a chance. Their technique was precise, strength unmatched. The way they quite nearly toyed with the youngling, it was a display of both skill and dominance. When the moment came, Azrael, the dark brute ended it swiftly. The snap of vertebrae, the instant cessation of movement — it's a testament to his lethal efficiency.

Releasing his hold. Aristaios caught his breath, feeling content in his role within the group. While the thrill of the hunt coursed through him, his interest lay more in what came after. As the others celebrated the kill, he focused on collecting pieces from the carcass — bones, antlers, anything of use or intrigue. His true passion was in taking down other predators, the real challenges. For now, he was content to support, finding satisfaction in their collective effort and the trophies he gathered thereafter.


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