Blacktail Deer Plateau Red solo cup

Dante wasn't going to argue with that. He'd had countless injuries of his own, but always been lucky that they were of a superficial nature. Fortune had also always favored him in preventing infection, but coming from a pack where healers were scorned he had seen many succumb to the fever that arose off wounds not well tended. It was not a pleasant way to go.

"Why thank you." He said with a smile, looking back beneath the roots. Maybe one of these days his effort would pay off. It seemed he missed more hunts than he was successful these days. Perhaps he was getting lax and needed to work a bit on his footwork. "Next time I will have to pick prey that isn't protected by an aggressive tree."