briggs moved through the snow, the weight of the marmot firm between his jaws. its fur was still warm, its body limp from the quick, efficient kill. he had carried heavier loads in his time, but there was something satisfying about the ease of this one—simple, clean.
his breath curled in the cold, steady and unhurried as he made his way back toward camp. the land was quiet, save for the crunch of his paws against the frost.
a good hunt. a small one, but good.
he adjusted his grip on the marmot and pressed forward.
his breath curled in the cold, steady and unhurried as he made his way back toward camp. the land was quiet, save for the crunch of his paws against the frost.
a good hunt. a small one, but good.
he adjusted his grip on the marmot and pressed forward.
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new to the teekons. easy to anger!
3-3-3. M threads will be marked.
3-3-3. M threads will be marked.
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