xD These two. omg
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Fia's comment on his getting 'old' sparked a sarcastic sneer to cross the dark male's face. He shot her a look and laughed dryly. Careful, sweetheart, you might be right there. He retorted, swatting her with his tail playfully, not meaning anything by it.
I'll show you the ropes of hunting, at least like this. Never go for the legs, always the throat. We're too tall like this for the usual legs thing. He explained, moving towards the forest at an easy pace. C'mon. We'll track down the herd that's west of here. No doubt they're still there; it's the only grazing area left this time of year. The herd being deer, though he'd hunted horse before.
Somehow he doubted Fia would be very happy killing and eating a wild horse.
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