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"I can imagine," he said dryly, turning his attention back to the bison. They looked docile from where he stood, but so did moose until you got them riled. Still, he was looking forward to trying their meat, which he knew meant he'd have to take the good with the bad - to eat, you had to hunt. And hunting was something that King usually enjoyed, but he couldn't deny that the bison seemed rather dangerous.

"Mountain sheep," he replied. "When the family's all together, anyway. And then small game like hares and pheasants when we hunt alone. We try to scavange as much as we can. Smaller packs are better off that way."

That was what he'd been taught, anyway.

"What about you? Are you from Easthollow?" She certainly seemed knowledgable about the territory.