Dawnlark Plains woman king

He lingered for a while, watching them eat as he remained a gargoyle in the far wings. From this distance he couldn't tell if they were watching him too, but he suspected it, having to judge by the angle of their chomping muzzles rather than the shine of their eyes— which he could not see. Before they could both finish their fill, however, Warbone began to depart. Keeping a mental pin of the kill's location, he made to travel away from the companions until he was out of their sight, then he veered north. He charted a wide circleback to the dead ungulate, a trip that would take him about half an hour. If they hadn't moved on by then, he would make the trip again. Traveling and scouting was less taxing than actually hunting. And he had become, in his time alone, a very patient creature. This was not something he saw as a task, but merely a necessity if he wanted to avoid mustering the needed ardor to track and retrieve his own live meal.