The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

Burke limped to the heavy snow towards the bison Grimnir was killing. The tank of a male was going to make sure that he animal would not escape. He jumped up on the prey's side and stood on top of it until the last breath came from the bison. Burke let out a victory howl to notify their pack. "Thank you, Grim. You too," Burke nodded courtly. His shoulder was still throbbing. He ignored it for now. He might go to see Meldresi later like Kove advised.

The charcoal male hopped down and wanted to feed a least some of the fresh juicy meat they just took down. Once the meat was frozen up, it would take a while for it to defrost. "I will Kove. For now, lets reward ourselves."