WC: 258
The adrenaline rush that the man had as he rushed forward to grab the deer and take her down was beginning to ebb away. He panted a little though not as much as his son who had done the footwork. He was grinning as the other two were, happy the hunt went so well. It would mean good luck to the pack. His tail wagged softly and lazily as the two spoke. He knew the thing would work but it was good to know that Drin was very happy to be a part of the hunt. He knew if she wasn’t able to do anything she would feel left out so he was glad to include her.
“Yes they are very handy in a pinch especially when only a few of us are hunting.”
He said. At Jiva’s request of a sorts he started looking for a branch. He found a tree to shift behind first and worked on looking for a good branch, his eyes watching as close as he could. His tail swayed faster when he saw something that would do well. It was an older branch so if one found some better he would discard it. Picking it up he dragged the branch to where the deer lay and got out his knife so that he can smooth the ends of the wood out. He was a carver in itself so it was nicer to be able to handle the smoother parts of a branch than the thick itchy bark.
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