Redtail Rise Lithium

backdated like a week or so

Lycabas had always been content to feed off the work of others, and he was big enough to chase smaller hunters from their prey, which all-in-all made his hunting skills subpar at best. He was an excellent tracker – his nose honed to find flesh and blood – but his execution rate of capturing something that was still alive was at about thirty percent (on a good day). He had lost weight since taking on the task given to him by the red queen; still, he thought it would be worth it.

He toted the head of a ram with him now, carrying it by a single curved horn. The other horn was broken, snapped in its fall from Nova Peak and lost to the snows. It was the original kill of an eagle, or some other large raptor, but Lycabas had gotten to it within moments, and dragged it as far west as he could.

Eventually, he ate through the neck and took its bashed-in head as evidence of his success. Its body had been left somewhere between the rise’s borders and the mountain it came from, buried in the snow to temporarily save it from other predators. The heavy-footed boy hurried the rest of the way to the realm of the hunters and deposited the sheep’s head at their nearest doorstep.

He called for @Avicus, then sat panting, exhausted and anxiously awaiting her arrival.