Qeya River Marble rye

Kekoa was quick to shoot towards the fat creature, coming out in front of it with a snap of his jaws to drive it back towards Sheep Killer.

He had nearly forgotten the rush of adrenaline hunting gave him - the fact that he wasn't alone made it much less dire as well.

He was already thinking out what to do with the pelt - it would be good for carrying of course, but what else? An accessory maybe?