A hunting we will go

[Dawali Amara]

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The doe fell and for a second Dawali simply stood there, another arrow at the ready, watching Leland slow down and eventually stop to stand by the dead prey. A few moments passed, and then the arrow was back in its quiver, and the bow on the red wolf's back. Adrenaline was still pumping through his system, even though he'd been standing relatively still (he'd moved sideways every now and then to angle himself better, but that was it). Gvihita still soared above, screeching like only an eagle can, and then she landed by the dead animal, for only him to see. Eager for food, and to congratulate his friend on a smooth and easy kill, Dawali jogged over, to find that Leland was shifting back. Seemingly made from courtesy, the red wolf then sat down in a lotus-like position, waiting until his friend was done. As he sat there, he did not watch his friend, but instead unpacked a few things from his pouch and began making a fire. He didn't know about Leland, but he had always preferred cooked food himself. Soon small flames were dancing restlessly among the twigs he'd found in his immediate vicinity. It took him only a minute, having practiced much of his life, and the season was getting drier. Waiting for his friend to finish his shift, Dawali averted his eyes and placed his gaze onto Gvihita instead, who was bristling proudly where she sat perched on "their" kill. A soft smile was on his face, much with affection for his female companion, but an amount of pride for his friend, who was making such good progress in his tribe. Almost nothing pleased him more than such things.

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