Sunbeam Lair We all gaze at the stars

Ezimette slunk behind as Noctura made the final blow and watched in silence. She waited for the pack to flock to the kill, for she would get the leftovers o what the wolves ate. Nobody cared to much about that, though. The excitement of a kill would be the only thing on their minds, or so she thought. Ezimette hoped to get some meat off of the bones, for she was hungry from the running and herding of the stag. Now that it was done, she just had to wait.

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When the stag had been felled, she'd remained back, still. Her eyes were locked upon those of the deer, watching as the life faded from within them. Silently, she sent out a wish that his soul might rest easy within Draco's empire, knowing well it would be heard from within the skies above. Naught but a moment after, she'd approached the lifeless body and tore at the stomach with enough force that it'd been opened up to her. From there, her head had raised, motioning towards everyone else that they may join her in the feast. No matter their ranks, they had all played a part in taking the creature down, and so they all remained on an equal level with it. For that, she would not insist that anyone keep away, but rather that everyone join in on a peaceful meal side-by-side.

Once everyone had taken their fill, Asterr would proceed to salvage from the stag whatever she could, placing it aside to be buried for anyone who might grow hungry later in the day. At the very end of it all, she would tilt back her head and howl out to the sky, giving her thanks to the earth and announcing the achievement they had made. It had been their first hunt as a pack, and had ended in success. For that, she was glad, and felt no shame in announcing exactly that to all that were capable of hearing her voice.

Happy feasting!

Uncertain had been a word that had sprung to mind when Noctura had joined his first pack hunt, which had been exactly this. Yes, although being fully-grown and in his prime, Noctura had never run with a wolf pack before, preferring to keep his violent instincts to himself — for their sake, not his own. But under Asterr's guidance the Ryūjin hunt had been a success, and Noctura had brought no harm but to the stag. And it had not been harm, truly. It had been the way of life. The way of nature. And so nature feasted.