The Bracken Woods what good is an idea if it remains an idea? try. experiment

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His companions took their turn at the deer, and he kept watch over their surrounding for any competitors who thought they might partake of their winnings. His nose minded the wind, while his gray eyes scanned between the trees, as his ears turned and swivelled to catch the soft sounds of the forest. The black wolf would not tolerate thieves, but fortunately, there were none. A sole crow landed into the branches above them and peered down, but it did not so much as squawk to any others. Perhaps it was an outcast.

"Tagg," he introduced himself at Krypton's request. He moved toward the kill then, helping himself to a portion of entrails and some of the dense muscle of the doe's shoulder. He ate with a bit of haste, but in the company of his fellows, that haste was not so distinct as it would have been had he happened upon a kill on his own. When he had finished, he lifted his head and swiped his tongue around his mouth, cleaning as much blood as he could.

A fully belly always asked to be paired with rest, and so he dipped his head to the other two wolves. "Thanks for the hunt," he said, and wished them well. "Take care." With a sweep of his tail he slowly turned and strolled off, watchful for a place he could nap.