Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart and the hurricane

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A hunt would be good for them to fill their bellies and replenish their home. A boost for morale, even, with the weight of the storm barely behind them. It had taken a lot out of them to remain but they kept close and didn’t let go of their claim. He swiftly nods his head, deeming it a good idea.
 
“I need to cover this one first,” he tells her as he goes back to what he’d been doing prior to Eske approaching. He finishes packing the dirt down over the rotten meat and marks it heavily when he’s finished. “The two further north may not have been hit as hard but I don’t have much hope,” he muses as they begin their way north, searching for the remaining two. He points with his nose they can break off, sending her to the right as he turns left. With his nose low to the ground, and several minutes of searching, he finds one of the remaining cache. To his surprise, the meat stored inside seems to be fine. The ground is wet and it likely needs relocating—or eating now, at least—and he leans down and shakes the two things inside loose.
 
Arlo picks up his head after he grabs what’s inside and trots back the way he’d came until he locates Eske once more.