Sunset Valley tautuk ∧

All assembled, each forming their own gestures of triumph.

Inutsuk remained rather quiet, though. It wasn't unusual for him to often be so, but in this case, it would be expected that he would have been more exuberant about the success of his first pack hunt.

The man gaze grazed over the fallen caribou, then each wolf of company, and finally to their surroundings.

He was still, set like a statue over his haunches. If attentive, most, if not all of his weight would be seen placed over the left side. The ache would eventually cease. That was the hope, anyway.

Each would have their turn to eat. All the while, he would keep watch for any to try and dare approach and snatch the kill.