Preparing a Feast

*Sarak* · 04-10-2014, 05:49 AM

Sarak

Only one other wolf came to the hunter?s call. Arwel. Moss green gaze took in the two males that had joined them to hunt? Likely most wolves just hadn?t heard the call, But he would speak to Erani about the lack of attendance. Perhaps they could work out some sort of Schedule so that Valhallans would know when to head toward the plains of Valhalla, or to listen for his or Ashtoreth?s calls.

Ashtoreth named the menu item of the day; Elk. Sarak, nodding to Arwel, thought he recalled seeing an older bull with a limp a day ago. ?I think the herd has a bull that?s come up lame. The one with a crooked left antler. Should be good for our current number, unless more of the pack shows up.? Low tones held a faint rasp. He hadn?t spoken much at all since Azalea?s disappearance. Moss green eyes turned to Ashtoreth to see her view on this notation.

The older bull had probably been a part of the herd for over ten years. His hide was scarred from past fights, and Sarak recalled now, that he?d seen the old bull before the war had started up. The main characteristic of the bull?s appearance that set him apart was the crooked left antler, that always grew back after a shedding with a bend near the middle that sent the antler jutting outward, instead of the lazy curve backward toward the muscular back. He wondered, vaguely, what had caused the limp he?d seen in the old bull. Had he stepped wrong in a fight with a younger rival? Maybe contracted a hoof disease?

With the young hunter Ravine, it?d be a good learning experience to take the old bull down, not to mention they would be helping to keep the herd healthy, if the bull had something contagious. That was Erani?s reasoning when it came to hunting. Cull the weakened animals, those sick or injured. A sick animal with a contagious illness could wipe out a herd, and the food source for the pack would be taken away.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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