Ouroboros Spine I got my finger on the trigger

He listened carefully to all Rodyn had to say, his eyes widening at the idea this man had actually hunted moose before!

“When eh’m bigger eh’ll be meaner than mooths!” Stratos wagged his tail, and gave a little snarl around the squirrel. Very convincing. “Ahn yeu, meh, dah, ahn Mojah’g can ahll hunt mooths togetheh!”

He placed the squirrel in the place anaa stored her meats for drying, happy enough to trade the kill for the other tasty treat anaa offered. If meeting guests meant getting food, maybe he should meet the guests more often…

Stratos chewed at the venison, stopping only to interject, “of course he has!” to anaa’s inquiry, as if he had the right to decide such great matters for the man between a smile and another wag of his tail.