Pack Brothers
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The words from the stranger weren't heard. He was caught in the battle, nothing existing outside of the deer's heaving breath beneath him and the intermingled scents of their blood. His body was tense with effort, working on keeping his grip as the deer continued to fight, slowing down. He stepped off the deer, leaping clear of the hoof that moved to strike at him. Circling around Tharin waited until the neck was exposed in a wild swing and leaped in. The blow was clean this time, the deer choking on it's own blood before finally sinking down in death.

Panting Tharin stared at the kill, tail high above him. Licking his jaws from the blood he stepped forward, nuzzling at the carcass. It was dead. Lifting his head Tharin howled, calling for the pack members to come and feast. He looked over at the luperci who had witnessed the hunt, dipping his head low. Tharin was uncertain why he hadn't stepped in to help take the deer down, as it would have been much easier with two, but he had managed to do it on his own, so that was alright. Tharin licked at the hoof cuts on his body, working on cleaning them up. You can go ahead and eat.


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