King Elk Forest Every heart has its own skeletons

she asked what it was that he filled his time with and harrison scrunched his features up into a contemplative expression. more often than not, he had been set to creating caches and filling them with whatever strange meats that he could find close to the creek. there were rabbits and raccoon that he'd been able to catch pretty easily. he found some fish that had wandered up their end of the stream, and they'd only taken like ten tries before he'd snagged them with a quick snap of his teeth. of course, all of these things did not bed well together and had left some of their storage smelling.... off.

“mostly hunting lately, but when we have pups... well, i'd like to teach them how to fight. the boys, of course,” he answered her with a charming smile and bob of his head. he thought he'd make a great mentor to the young of their group. he imagined they'd take a great liking to him; he was the easiest to get along with, after all. “what about you? other than plants...”