Whitefish River live fast, die young

Pulling Hiero from this thread to finish his part in it

The pinching of his teeth against the skin of the stranger felt strange to the painted man, he hadn't done such a thing in a long time and it brought back some terrible memories. The taste of blood, the howling of the target in pain as they ran away. Hiero stopped his attack and let the stranger leave in the distance, picking up the ripe piece of meat and dropping it back down on the carcass. 

He had to go and think of today's action and how it affected him. He offered little in his departure and would try to remember to come back and get rid of the carcass if no one else does it before he does before it gathers more unwanted attention. For now, he wasn't quite interested in talking with the others. That would have to be saved for another time.

- Exit