Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

oop i'm late to the party. in lieu of not being able to keep up with this; this is my only post. feel free to pp newt as needed. ♥

the summons rises through the chilled air; purposeful and direct, belaying his mother's message. a trill runs down his spine, electrifying all of newt's nerves as he relays the message in his mind. the bison have returned. the rumble in his stomach — though at this point has become easy to ignore out of necessity — takes hold and even before he joins the others — a late addition to the party he comes to find with a bit of sheepish embarrassment — he has begun to salivate from the thought of sinking his teeth into sustainable meat. it wasn't impossible to survive off of small game but ...he'd be lying if he said it was something he wished to continue to do for the rest of his life. small game was a morsel, less than enough to satisfy his hunger.

he assumes, from the team-ups below that he is meant to partner with an adult and though others have rushed forth to charge at the bison herd below he hangs back, hesitating. though he'd be loathe to miss out, to not have the experience of hunting big game beneath his belt he does not feel comfortable charging forward without an adult to accompany him. he peers below as his father's voice bellows out across the valley, the booming of a titan amidst the chaotic symphony below. he shifts his weight, nearly pacing with anticipation.