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Fire? By now his pace was falling behind again and he felt faintly worried that the red wolf would leave him behind for dead. Lubomir knew better than to try and help with hunting. He might as well preserve his strength for any tackling they might have to do. And then his mind processed the rest of the sentence. Survivors. Fleeing. West. He was about to ask something else when Tristan moved ahead and he had to draw breath and follow him
It was dead. That much was obvious. Lubomir nearly swooned from the smell. Something as big as a deer was indeed a worthy prize, one he had not been given in weeks. Not good enough to tackle large animals himself and reluctant to join any pack during his travels, he had had to make do with smaller animals and anything dead he could find. This, however, was a feast. Curiously enough, Tristan was tearing a leg from the animal. Lubomir hesitantly came closer. He was certainly not after much, just a moiety, a little piece for himself. 'How should we divide it?' He wasn't about to stand and stare, not with the crows so close. And... who survived? Any in your pack? How many souls had been lost? And was Tristan alone, like Lubomir?
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Fire? By now his pace was falling behind again and he felt faintly worried that the red wolf would leave him behind for dead. Lubomir knew better than to try and help with hunting. He might as well preserve his strength for any tackling they might have to do. And then his mind processed the rest of the sentence. Survivors. Fleeing. West. He was about to ask something else when Tristan moved ahead and he had to draw breath and follow him
It was dead. That much was obvious. Lubomir nearly swooned from the smell. Something as big as a deer was indeed a worthy prize, one he had not been given in weeks. Not good enough to tackle large animals himself and reluctant to join any pack during his travels, he had had to make do with smaller animals and anything dead he could find. This, however, was a feast. Curiously enough, Tristan was tearing a leg from the animal. Lubomir hesitantly came closer. He was certainly not after much, just a moiety, a little piece for himself. 'How should we divide it?' He wasn't about to stand and stare, not with the crows so close. And... who survived? Any in your pack? How many souls had been lost? And was Tristan alone, like Lubomir?