Barrow Fields cernunnos

She’d been with @Dio when they picked up the scent of deer near the southern border of the redwood forest. It had been some time since a herd animal had passed through, especially so close to the coast. Small game and the water has kept them fed for a while, and the surprise of turkeys had given them several good days in a row and caches still filled. When the cliffs had taken a beating to the rain and ocean, their caches had gone to waste and building them back up as been one step at a time. A deer, her stomach decided, would give them an extra boost at recovery.

@Isengrim hovers behind the hedonakru and Thuringwethil pays him little attention. It is not often the two sole leaders of the pack travel away from the territory but there are enough hands on deck in that moment for her to investigate. Since the birth of their children, there has been little time they’ve spent together for the good of Drageda in the present rather than their future. Her stomach grumbles, distracting her from the thought, and she glances away to see a cluster of deer across the hilly terrain. Between the two of them, and the honon, Thuringwethil is sure they’ll be able to take down enough to bring back and excitement electrifying her feet to attention.

Thuringwethil remains silent as the size up what is before them. Saliva pools thick in her mouth and her tongue slips out, washing it away quickly in new anticipation.