Hideaway Strath That's All Right, I Love The Way It Hurts

He listens silently to Nyra’s well thought out plan and flicks his gaze over to look at his pack mates as Derg agrees simply. Then can’t help looking at the herd when Hemlocke points out one of the many female elk. He notices that she is bigger than some of the other females and he can’t help but mentally agree that it would feed them for days. Possibly even weeks of the cold preserves the meat well enough for them.

“Plan sounds good to me too. Good job Nyra, solid plan. As for your pick, Hemlocke, she is a rather healthy one. Though it seems this herd is quite healthy as a whole. That’s good and bad news for us. Good because the herd will last, bad because she has the opportunity to fuck us up while we’re hunting her. Be careful.” His words are spoken clearly and calmly all the while his star struck eyes are stuck on the ungulates before him. 

Or that is until he eyes his team with a devilish smirk. “Shall we?” He asks, eager to get on with the hunt.