Tuktu Weir and these three men made a solemn vow

adi lifted his shoulders in a gentle shrug, fine with any option presented. we'll eat, first, then split up what's left, he decided. the scavengers would even dine well, he thought, although he hoped brook would take more than her share. she needed the meat more than he did.

proverbially, he wolfed his portion down, the two of them munching in amiable silence for the time being. once he felt as though his distended belly might burst, he lifted his head, licking his chops and giving the man a friendly—if slightly gruesome, due to the blood upon his teeth—smile.

it was nice to hunt with you today, vein, he said. his eyes were already scanning the corpse, wondering just how much he wanted to lug back to his daughter. where does your pack reside? i smell others on you, he explained, blinking somewhat sheepishly. 

perhaps it might not be a bad idea to join forces. with large, skilled hunters like vein, that group should be in fine fettle.