Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

"Not pack" Zola corrected, setting down her piece before licking her lips free of blood "tribe." and with the offer to take more of the stange beast, she regarded it once before moving to the front of it. Admiring the horns it had, she mused taking them for her den. A trophy of her first hunt in the Teekons.

In the end, she took a front leg to add to her cache. The horns would be bothersome to remove and escort back. "Dis do for now, thank for hunting" she utters, dipping her head to gather Easthollow's meal. "am Zola." she adds as her voice muffles from the food. A quick introduction and also an exit. She needed to get back before scavengers took a liking to the food.

A flick of her tail was given to the woman, thanking her once again as she turns and walks off.

exit!