Breakfast
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The silence drew itself out between the two wolves, not uncomfortable, but Einarr sensed that Axelle was remembering, or perhaps he was just protecting. He had once been able to hold a conversation with strangers and make them laugh within a few minutes, now, small-talk was difficult and often non-existent.

”Well, he must have been a good teacher, or you a good student from your movements.”

The tactician said, and appearing to have nothing more to say, leaned down, and using the strength granted to him by his Secui, swung the remaining carcass in his jaws and over his back. The was a wet thud as the prey came to rest across Einarr, blood and anatomical juices running down his sides. He looked at the blood, and for a moment he could have been back on one of those battlefields. The animal he carried was heavy, but Einarr did not display any outward effort. He’d take this back to their stores, it would be kept cool and others would be able to have a meal from it in the leaner times. He turned to his superior and bowed.

”Unless there is anything else you wish, I will leave for the stores.”

He remained where he was, carcass oozing on his back, waiting for her assent.


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