Haunted Wood A lonely road

Shit, I legitimately misunderstood what she meant, ajsidkfg. I'll just brush over it tho.

Her next question was unexpected, but it was a fair one. Licking his snout as he thought, he then answered, My father's breed is known to subsist on little food, luckily for me. I've been scavenging frequently and hunting deer when the opportunity presents itself. Once, I managed to take down an old bull moose. Bernard was still quite proud of himself for that one—while the bull was in the process of dying, it was still a hulking beast with fight left in it. He even had a scar from his efforts on his right leg.