Their caches were drained, as the establishment of their new pack lands had splintered them all unto many different and necessary duties. So when Gent went to fetch Minka a meal and found the small pit disgracefully lacking, he decided to remedy the situation. Without hesitation, he sought out Raela, the first pack mate his mind thought of when desiring a partner in crime. Upon making his case, the woman of course eagerly accepted. She was a hard worker, and Gent expected nothing less from her when it came to providing for her pack mates. It would be their first time spent alone since their mutual breakdown, and he hoped not to have a repeat of any of their previous experiences; no wounds, no arguments, no tears.
As they traveled further from home, several small game opportunities were passed up by the man. He didn't tiny morsels, he wanted a chunk of something large to give to the cache and keep it full for a good time to come. Thus, it wasn't until he stepped into the wake of a scent trail left by a mule deer mother that he assumed a stealthy posture, tensely alert. She seemed to be a far ways off, but he was determined to find her. Hopefully, her fawn would be with her, and they could take two bodies to add to the dwindling pile.
"This will be difficult with just the two of us. Ready to give it a try anyways?"
With as on top of the world as he'd been feeling these past few days, doubts were sparse within his mind that they could pull this off.