Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

The plan went off without a hitch. Raid's and his dogged pursuit of the animal led her straight into Sunny's waiting jaws, where the boy sent her tumbling down and ends her suffering with a quick, sharp bite to the neck.

Grinning with pleasure, Shale pulled to a stop, panting slightly from exertion while sending his packmates happy looks. "Well done," he said cheerily, muscles trembling. He sat on his haunches for a moment, viewing the scene. The doe wasn't terribly big, but it was enough meat to feed them and to bring back plenty for the caches.

Shale looked at Raid, then nodded at the animal. "After you," he murmured, his giddy grin fading into a more polite, reserved smile. He would wait til the woman and his nephew had had their fill, then would eat himself. He understood that lead hunters typically ate first. . .but not Shale. Never Shale. It wasn't in his nature.