Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

as much as he told himself he despised it, there was some brief morbid curiosity as he watched the pious hunter make quick work of the otter.

then reminded himself that there was no such pleasure in such a thing. not for him, at least.

although he did have a ritual he needed to follow.

to pray over the meal.

was now the time to do it? or should he wait until the hunter ceased?

he had not been one to bend his ways to others from the time he had become a man. so he left the hunter to, expectedly, hunt. he would be quick to the otter that had been downed.

head tilted down to feel along it’s neck. no pulse. gone from this life, into a next, if otters so believed in Him.

blessed are we, to have been provided for and to find our hunger soothed in these trying times. he mumbled softly. eyes closed and head tilted back.

he cared little what the hunter might think, he had decided to tag along with the preacher.