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its dead like his mom...

ghelan pondered on his words. though he felt the one-eyed stare of his father along his back, ghelan didn't meet it. he only met his gaze when speaking of their task. their fruitless hunt.

he nearly slumped within himself. they were all fat and round.. what was the difference? and yet he waited, focus keened on watching the caribou walk, eat. live. it felt wrong, for just a moment, to pry open the lives of the herds. but when a skinnier doe had separated herself from the herd, ghelan whipped his head back to sun eater. cherry gaze wild, expecting. maybe, excited.