Wheeling Gull Isle Those long winter nights

He was not much of a hunter; it was difficult when he lacked the sufficient depth-perception. But his nose worked, and Mou had a startling amount of stamina. He had tracked down a pair of geese and alerted one of the other members of the pack to it, then watched as both were dispatched over the course of an hour. One was taken by the hunter. The other Mou grabbed, hauling it from where it had died and carrying it (in a lopsided manner) to where the feast was being prepared.

As he came upon Hua and Aiolos he gave a grunt. The caches had been stripped of their spoils and there were some fish there too, and Mou hoped to add the fat goose to the pile. He spread out on a patch of sand and began the tedious work of stripping the body of its feathers.