12-28-2010, 02:45 PM
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Sorry, short post. Go ahead and lead the way, and Nian'll follow.
"Looks like a likely candidate." He kept his eyes focused on the elk, which by now had strayed closer towards them in search of more grass hidden under the snow. Now that the scent of the elk was so close, Nian also started to imagine how it would taste, and even more than that - how it would taste once they were done with all the preparations for it. Envisioning thick cuts of meat smoking over a burning wood fire, he was starting to have a very similar reaction as J'adore to the phantom food. Looking back, he gave him a grin. "Ready to go?"
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