Silvertip Mountain Food for thought

Chaska waited for the other two to finish eating before taking some meat for himself. He wasn't very hungry, so didn't take too much of the deer, taking only a bit from the deer's rump. But it was enough to keep his energy up for the journey back, with the carcasses with them. He relished every bit of it, his tongue picking up all the tastes. Soon, his hunger was satisfied and he withdrew from the corpse, showing he was done with it.

In his head, he thought about how well he did, or at least how well he believed he did. He felt the urge to ask Fitz, but he decided to save it for another time. For now, they would bring back their catches and the pack would have a feast. He was glad to have made a contribution to the hunt. His first hunt.