Phoenix Maplewood O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord,,

Taikon didn't notice Célnes' discomfort, being thick-skulled when it came to social relations. It was also not the first time he had offended someone because of his rather callous and distanced approach he took to matters of life and death. He was an overcalculating atheist. There were no strong feelings he had one way or another toward deer, save for perhaps the taste of venison.
He was pleased to learn that they would be able to assist in hunting. Most wolves he had met claimed to be fair at it, which made sense, but she seemed quite confident. Next, the dark woman asked him the same question, and he had to think for a few seconds, pawing at the earth below him. I'd like to think I'm a fair hunter, but it's been a long time since I've hunted cooperatively, he admitted. He was probably a better scavenger than he was a hunter, though small game was something he'd improved drastically at during his years spent along. I lived quite a while on my own, see. But these things get better with practice I s'pose.