Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

You’re good! I suspected so, that’s why I never archived. ;)

Blackened tongue lolling out the side of his mouth he stands there proudly and pants. Eyes looking down at the animal as it attempts to seize the last bit of life its hanging onto. His emotions relating mercy are mediocre at best, so he feels no need to put it out of its misery; it will die soon anyhow.

Though finally taking into account the other that made the hunt much easier, he gazes upon the chocolate male in approval.

“Good job, hermano.” He praises roughly, still panting slightly. “Feel free to take your fair share. I plan on dragging whatever you don’t want back to my pack.”