Qeya River what's the word, captain?

Hunters.

He trailed behind her path. His voice a distasteful grumble. The one he met had not been the worst thing ever, but more hunters meant more prey picked off. They could not have that.

You understand the taiga is better as just ours, don't you?

He heaved free a bone that had been scratched by teeth. Marked, small and large. He left it by his paws as he turned his gaze to see what she had freed.