Silvertip Mountain Food for thought

Whoop! Last round, I'll archive it on Friday 21 (or sooner if everyone replies by then)

Things went well, too well. The Mountaineer's might be suffering on numbers but they were doing well on food. Small but stable, that was their current state and he was proud to have loyal members. Chaska and Ryuu were ever loyal, Zhavvi seemed to be loyal to them too and that made him smile when he thought on it, but right now he had a job to do.

Zhavvi had done well, tiring out the mother, and FitzDutiful could hear the sounds of the calf being taken down and death started to flit around them scaring the mother. Now the last kill. He waited for the opening that Zhavvi presented and went for the jugular, ensuring that the life seeped slowing. He made a few more shakes to ensure it departed quickly.

He didn't say any words, just panted, letting the blood-rage dissipate. And then feasted. They would eat now, regaining their energy before taking the beasts back to the pack. His pups would feast well and the gamekeepers in training would portion the rest for cache's.

Ah yes, a good day indeed.