07-24-2008, 08:21 PM
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With arms wrapped tightly around the large pot, Jasper made his way beneath the evening sun, having already traveled a great distance from where his new pack had settled down. In the pot, sloshing around as he walked, was his first attempt at making stew on his own, without his father's guidance. The food had cooked for a good portion of the morning and now that it was luke warm, the pot cool enough to carry, Jasper was on his way to take it to his father, to see if he approved. If Ahren found it to be decent enough, Jasper was going to volunteer himself to be the Chef in Esper Hollow, as it was a hidden passion of his, especially when it came to making stew. On the way through the woods, nearing the camp that his father had been staying, Jasper stopped a moment to readjust the large pot on his arms. It was as it sloshed around inside, and while he peered in at it, that the urge hit him. Carefully, he hung his head over the edge, tongue snaking out in an attempt to snag a piece of deer that had settled at the top. With various failed attempts at getting it and his frustration growing, Jasper finally dunked the edge of his muzzle in, snapping at it until he finally had it. It was a wonderful little tidbit for such hard work, he decided, and removed his head from the pot. Stew dripped from his muzzle the whole way until he finally reached the empty camp, settling the pot on the small fire to rewarm and wiping the remnants of his 'taste test' from his mouth with his arms. "Dad?" He called out loudly, turning away from the fire to begin gathering a few bowls. |