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hi 
maybe they could skin the doe while they get to know each other? 
The wolf was growing more accustomed to the lands that he now called home, learning the territory beyond the village. For some reason he did not find himself lingering among the houses much, drawn more to the forests and the hunting grounds. Perhaps he worried about meeting all the other pack mates, having spent his youth among family and then his more recent history in the neutral lands as a loner. He had never thought himself shy, but he seemed that he had become a bit aloof.
Yet, this day he had reason to return to Jordhiem. The doe was small, but fresh and her meat would be less gamey then that of a larger buck. She was slung over his shoulder, and the weight was only just beginning to wear down on him as he entered the fringes of the pack’s center. Oak wore a small smile, glad that he was able to bring the rest of the pack something to fill their bellies. Providing and helping brought the male a much needed comfort.
He lay the doe beside a tree, and found that he was lacking a vital tool for prepping the meat in the hopes of sharing it with the pack. Though his body wished for him to ripe the flesh apart with feral claws, Oak resided to leaving the carcass in the hopes of returning swiftly with the hunting knife that had been bestowed upon him at his arrival to Vinátta. He moved on two paws, and surprisingly viewed a wolf seated not far from his cache. Hello there. He called out to the dressed beast, wondering secretly if among the fold of his clothing he carried a knife. If not, Oak's home was only a few more steps away.
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