The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

The momentum of the hunt carried Solharr straight for the throat of the beast, and in one quick motion the creature was cut and bled; this was a kindness. If the two of them continued to harass the thing, the meat would spoil from the stresses endured. It was typical to chase down a buck and wear it out over time, however in the confines of the Heartwood the pair had managed to dispatch it much more quickly.

With the buck finally felled, both men were left to gather themselves. Kigipigak was panting nearly as hard as Solharr, and when the adrenaline had begun to wear off Kigipigak became aware of an ache in his body from the exertion of it all. He was thankful it did not go on for much longer—although capable, he had been on the road for too long and his spirit had worn thin. A hot meal might remedy some of that.

There is more than enough for mouths beyond ours, he comments as he circles the fresh carcass, ready to begin the work of butchering it, and eager to consume some much needed calories. Help me to take it apart. I will carry it to where you have made your camp, if you have one. He had not mentioned it, but the scent of other wolves did cling to Solharr, as did the scent of pine; but he had not yet connected the dots that Solharr had claimed his wife's resting place quite yet.

You are a fine hunter yourself.