Ravensblood Forest Homecoming Hunter

Both Chusi and Dakarai lamented the absence of Ceannasach. Olive understood the anxiety of it all. Thought the two had apologized to one another for their misgivings, the aura between them was obviously jaundiced and a bit uncomfortable. Plus, for Dakarai, this was a huge moment — he had tracked and killed and brought a meal back to sustain their family. He had shown his dedication and now would be named part of the family, a part of her family, a part of her. She too was eager to see Arturo, to please him and show Dakarai off to her leader!

See, look how wonderful he is! Isn’t he dedicated and trustworthy? Isn’t he handsome with that thick fur and regal features? I sure can pick ‘em. Isn’t he completely wonderful? Isn’t he? Isn’t he?

But Arturo was a purposeful man and rarely did anything without a calculated reason. Olive flipped and flitted around, so she greatly admired this quality. If Arturo was not present, he had a reason not to be and that was to be respected. She would simply suggest that they store the kill in the caches — perhaps drop a hunk of flesh off at Arturo’s den on their way back to her and Dakarai’s rocky domicile. They were the ones subject to his schedule and would make do in the meantime.

Olive chuckled and released the leg of the disgusting, decaying corpse so she could speak. Olive hoped her bright tone would keep the conversation from souring again.

“Wouldn’t it be divine if we feasted, then returned it to the caches; perhaps retiring home and resting afterwards, too?" She turned to Dakarai. "You deserve to reap your rewards, my darling. You’ve worked hard.” He voice was proud of him, and she beamed at his accomplishments. Politics could wait. “We can speak to Arturo later, but celebrate now with a meal. What says you both?”