Blacktail Deer Plateau PACK HUNT: Prancer was Good Eatin'

last from me

Dante let out a low growl of approval as he felt the doe go still, Finn's bite finishing the job. Grinning with the elated thrill of a job well done, for a moment he basked in it. Then he remembered Saena and the smile faded as he turned to see how she was. It appeared she had somewhat recovered, he was glad to see, though head injuries could be deceptively nasty.

She confirmed that she was alright, but he would like for them to keep an eye on her just in case. Before he could make the request of her, Koda broke in, and Dante looked sharply at the male as he berated her. Opening his mouth, he was unable to get a word in edgewise as the two exchanged heated words. Finally Saena stalked off, and Dante turned to Koda. "That was not well handled," he growled angrily. If Koda was to be a game master for the plateau then he needed to figure out how to deal with his hunters. Even if her mistake had been a rookie one (Dante was not convinced, having taken his fair share of blows), so what? It was expected that a wolf Saena's age learn to hunt and it was the job of the pack to guide them. His words had not been informing, but condescending and judgemental.

Dante would need to seek out Saena later. For now, he prepared to tear off a share of the kill in order to bury it in a nearby cache.