Moonspear Leland just got vaporized by a strange red light

Dragomir was surprised, but grateful, when Desdemona offered her catch to him. There were days when he felt like he wasn't worth the efforts of others. After all, Vercingetorix had promised to earn their keep on Moonspear only to up and die before making good on that promise, leaving his children to take up the mantle in his stead. For that and other reasons, Dragomir had a hard time accepting things from others without feeling like a charity case, but he wasn't raised to be stubbornly ungrateful, so he accepted it with a softly spoken, thank you.

He would eat only what he needed to take the edge off, and would cache the rest, or offer it back to Desdemona if she was hungry, too. Once he was finished with about half of the marmot, he licked his chops and said, you're a good hunter. We should do this again sometime. Right now, all he wanted was a nap to sleep off the tension in his shoulders from stalking prey and the slow burn of exhaustion now that the adrenaline of the chase was wearing off.

Wrap here?