Honeyed Pasture Antlers and Hooves

Heph grinned through bloodied teeth to see Rodyn hold the doe in place. She struggled but she did not have enough legs to stand on; but despite the fact that the hunt had been more than enjoyable there was no reason to delay her death and make her suffer longer. Shooting forward Heph fixed a firm grip on her jugular and tore upwards, the blood spattering against her face. Hopefully it would not ruin the pelt overmuch but the bulk of that would not be on the neck after all and the majority of the meat should be in tact for Rodyn to take back to his own pack.

Her tail wagged and her demeanor shifted almost instantly away from that as a hunter as she turned to shoot a pleased grin at Rodyn satisfied with how the hunt had gone. The doe had not broken her antlers and she was unsure if he wanted them in one piece, although she was not opposed to splitting them. She remembered the first time she had met Dreven he had been gnawing on something and while an antler would hardly be as filling as the caribou chewing on it might alleviate some of the sting of winter's hunger. "How's your collection of spoils for trade going?" At this point she thought perhaps he had finished with otter skins but she did not know the full details of what he needed to seek perhaps he needed the skins of some larger beasts as well though if he was intended to do this without the help of those inside the pack it seemed as if Moonglow's trials or perhaps his Moon-woman's faith in him was great indeed.