Neverwinter Forest bound for tennessee

and to yours, he replied. a smile tugging at his lips, too, before he began to eat. a hearty meal, though one that should be savoured. winter was coming. soon, too. in a moon, snow would begin to blanket the ground, and all would be bright, white. he was reminded of the tundra, then, and a shiver threatened his spine.

but he remained still, taking his share of the meat. once filled, he would raise, craning his head upwards, stretching. and to forneskja's. he said with a sense of finality. when catamaran eventually finished, rökkur would eventually begin breaking pieces off from the carcass, taking the meat to the nearest cache.

back and forth, back and forth, well into the night. whether or not the blonde helped him, the shadow felt pleased with himself and his work, and once the moon was within the sky, he would bathe himself, and then retreat to his den.

perhaps he could share another hunt with this packmate sometime.

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