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The blood spilled, and down went their target. As the last heaving breaths left the creature Kigipigak pulled back, reveling in the success that he now shared with Mahler; he looked to the man when he heard their comment and gave a nod, still catching his breath.

They would take their time in carving from the beast. Some would go to their own bellies but Kigipigak would need to scrape out a few new burrows for some of the remains. It was a good omen, one which gave Kigipigak hope for the future — and more importantly, solidified Mahler as a worthy leader for the young Tartok.

Silently he resumed his work: peeling flesh from the still-warm body, stripping hide from the haunch as elastic strips, letting blood seep in to the earth.

Fade?