Dragoncrest Cliffs Sit still, look pretty

The last stretch feels like it takes forever but by the time the four of them stop, Arlo’s legs burn with strain and he feels the water soaked into his fur. A shiver runs down his spine and he twists himself awkwardly until he’s out of the way from the other two wolves. Wildfire scarfs hers down and Dio does the same but Tirgatao does not go for what is rightly hers. He sends a careful glance to the other two before he swings back to nudge the older woman in the shoulder and guide her to the kill. She’d worked hard to get it from A to be B and should not go without her portion. He steps up to help demonstrate and pulls off his own chunk before skirting away so he can safely fill his belly.