Kildeer Rest figure out yer next move boss

good.
his praise was not supremely rare, but rare enough that this single word brought more spirit to indra than the kill. she held the lopsided body aloft and carried it with her now.
when he turned away she knew it was to let her eat, and so she stripped the thing to pieces and filled her belly with it, ruining the pelt; leaving the head and the feet for the scavengers.
why aren't we huntin' with the others?
the quiet man, the screeching harlot.