@createdmiscreation It had been a few days since Zamara had claimed Axia as her mate, marking her and placing her under her protection. For the female there was still many things she knew little of her, where she was from, why she was different, and more importantly her role she was meant to play. There was the normal requirements a omega was expected to do, care for the alpha, mate with the alpha, bare their children, but these were simply expected. What was needed was the role Axia needed to be productive, rather than simply becoming a breeder. In this rare opportunity, the female was forced to think on a solution rather than act on instinct, the normal way for solving problems as she had done in marking her. She had no need of Axia marking her land, she was far to valuable as she was than to risk it over a thing she did herself. Axia lacked the skill to craft and maintain tools and clothing, and further still lacked the knowledge to properly forge, though she could teach her. This left only thing for her to try, and that was to hunt. So in the early dawn Zamara had pulled her mate out of their den and into the wild, properly arming her with a spear and showing her the customary cloth to hide her sex from eager males and females. She had guided her to her normal hunting grounds, a light shower soaking their bodies as they walked until they scaled the nearest tree and sat in wait for their prey. So far there was little movement, but the jungle was bound to spring to life soon. "Axia kill. Kill." She whispers at a low growl, her hand slowly raising to point at a boar wandering through the leaves, in perfect sight for a hunter to easily kill.