Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

She looked at the one he indicated.  It appeared gaunt, not unlike herself, though where it wasn’t patched her fur had at least regained some sheen of health.  She could not tell from here if the problem was starvation or illness.  Perhaps, like her, it had only been without food for a time.  The herd was large, with many grazing.

Maybe sick. Her response was quiet, but she looked at him readily, approving the choice.  It wouldn’t hurt to find out.  If she was, the herd would not miss her, and perhaps it wasn’t an illness that would affect the meat provided.  He had a good eye for the hunt.