Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

Shale smiled as Raid spoke, bowing his head in acquiescence. "In that case," he declared softly, "let's dig in." He dipped his nose, inhaling gently the smell of newly-dead flesh and spilled blood, repulsive to any other creature but a predator. Aromatic, especially, to a hunter like Shale.

As he ate, he mused on his status within his brother's pack. He had led a successful hunt today, with a team that included a member of his family and a wolf he barely knew. He had formulated a plan that worked, and his many-seasons old bones and muscles had risen to the challenge of the chase.

Perhaps Grayday would consider him for lead hunter, someday. It would be a chance to make something of himself in this new land. Without a mate, without kids. . .all he had was himself, and his abilities. He might as well use them to his advantage.

 

last post from me...sorry this dragged on so long