Moonstone Quarry like a stone

She nods to his words though doesnt speak up on it. She figured that in the end, like he said, they were still prey. They were either a deer type, rodent type, bird type or fish type, mainly. Between moose, deer, bison... they of course had a bit different taste, some a little better then others and some a little tougher but in the end it was all good meat. 

Hopefully a sign of a good year then. She spoke, thinking on the pups that would be born this spring. With the deer lingering in the forests, the sheep on the mountain and glacier to the north and now pronghorn having come, surely there would be plenty of food to go around to keep the pack fat and happy. Maybe when we find them we can meet up and have a hunt some time? She did know how down he would be for sharing the spoils, but her hunting skills would make certain it was well worth the effort. Of course, Moonspear was a large pack, surely there were plenty of capable hunters...