Qeya River Marble rye

Another strong thrust with the base of his large paws.

"I don't bother with the pelts usually - I never thought they could be used for anything." The taste of fur in his mouth was never nice - particularly when it was coming off an animal that was already dead. "I guess it's better not to waste any part of it though. It's an insult to the work hunting takes."

His tail waved as he stared up at the raccoon. The kill was not for him to eat, but that would not make this any less satisfying.