Kildeer Rest pakstoka

As the scene finally went quiet, Veteran's heart soared-- no, it felt more like a surge. He couldn't contain his energy, and like Heda he also danced around the kill, sniffing it, pawing it, and nudging Heda excitedly when she came near. 

"You too!" He returned the compliment, tongue lolling. 

She offered a course of action, and he nodded enthusiastically. "I like that plan. You're a good planner!" She had come up with the plan that had finally worked, after all. 

Veteran would dig in with gusto. He had never been the first one to feast at a kill before. He would tear excitedly at the belly fur, like a young child shredding the wrapping paper on a much-anticipated birthday present. Although there was hardly anything more than skin and bone on the kill, Veteran's celebratory energy would not be dampened. 

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