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He had kept himself at a distance from the rest of the pack for as long as he could have, but Tanja had always known that he would have to face the music at some point. He had not been far from the geysers when the howl filled his ears and with a quick trot over to a hollow log, the man pulled out his treat he had kept stashed away for the hunt. A honeycomb he had been fortunate enough to find the prior day, though his reward was not gained without a few stings here and there.

He arrived soon after retrieving his treat and placed it next to the pile where hopefully nothing would become stuck to it. Tanja only thought it fair that he help take down the beast that would fill his stomach, but in his selfish nature he also thought it reasonable that he be one of the first to eat since he had contributed in hunting it. So when Heda allowed for them to feast, Tanja was quick to go in and pull away a slice for himself. 

He tore away at the flesh until none remained and when finished devouring his meal, he moved to sit beside Chessur and offered her a friendly nudge to the shoulder. He glanced around to the others and forced a smile to his face for any that might have looked his way. He was not in the mood for socializing, but he figured the least he could do was act like he was enjoying himself.