Hoshor Plains I hope that I am just like you

"You get used to it, the more you hunt" she gave the woman after they pulled the goat in two. Spitting the hoof down, she sniffed idly. The contents of the goat's stomach was vile, but she knew it also tasted good. And when it was winter, nobody would say no to good food. Lumiya's pack would appreciate the gesture.

"But you did good" Wren remarks, a confirming nod given "so don't beat yourself up over a weak stomach." A flashed grin headed Lumiya's way. She may not have killed the goat, split the goat herself but she could take orders. She could cooperate. That made for a pretty damn good hunter, in her opinion.