Pack Hunting
@sky-captain-jack
The pack elders had insisted that Alexis would be fine in their care. Flower the Varg had been oddly insistent that he lead the hunting party today. They had taken down a good number of beefalo and smaller fare. The smell of blood was everywhere.
It would take time to drag all of it back to the mound for winter hoarding. At least half of it would be frozen by the ice hounds. He padded at the front of the hunting party.















