Sacred Grove part one

TW detailed hunting description, specifically bird injury/killing.

He did not have time to watch her bring her own bird down.

He worked upon the one whose wing he had pierced with his teeth. It could not fly away like this no matter how hard it tried. He used paws to step on that wing and crumple it further. Trap it beneath the great heft of his body. He could hear gentle, hollow bones give way. He cherished the sound for it meant a full belly.

He then finished it at the neck. Another sound of breaking and then the stillness. Any birds not hunted had fled. He imagined that now they might use their small brains to stay among the mountain slopes, to be safer there and to keep future brood there, too.

Maybe not.

He held up the bird in his jaws and finally looked for her. A great pleasure to see she had succeeded too. His tail waved high above his back with excitement and pride -- pride for her.

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There was satisfaction as the creature went limp under the weight of her teeth, her stomach rumbling with anticipation as she prepared herself to dig into the meal. She knew the hunger would not truly be sated… perhaps not until summer… perhaps not ever. But the least she could do was fend it off enough to otherwise function. Her tail waved back and forth as she took her first bite, a tooth grin flashing his way after she’d chewed and swallowed. A successful hunt was always enough to put (or keep) her in a good mood. “I’m Kiona.” She offered her name to her hunting partner, hoping that perhaps he’d return the same. If Zihnal had anything to say, perhaps they might find something else to bring down before they parted ways… though Zihnal always seemed to be quite lacking in winters such as these. “You’re from here?” She’d dare probe a bit further. Kiona Fire is catching

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A name and it seemed, to him, idle chatter.

Savik was not a man who did these parts very well. He expected whatever united them and then anticipated an amicable departure. He had bigger herds to follow after all. Even if he might not bring any down on his own. Unless...perhaps she intended to come with him for more hunting? Young wolves had much to learn and even more wisdom could be imparted from someone such as himself.

"Savik follows the herds." He grunted with a great pride and lift of his head. Greys had become colored by crimson, a feather peeking out from teeth.

"Does Kiona mean to follow? To survive?"

He felt that he had shown her that she could survive, if she followed his hunting.

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Savik. A name. He spoke as if he were not himself, which was strange… but she supposed she’d met stranger in her life… her family, for starters… And then he asked of her, and she hummed. “Yes.” She stated, as if it were a simple answer. She was not certain where it would lead her, but she was not certain she wished for a pack either, which would no doubt provide her the most security during the harsher months. They were decisions, but she felt she did not need to make too many of them. So long as she remained committed to not meeting Malek, she would be fine… and decisions that aided her in that would be the only concrete plans she maintained for the immediate future. “I have no desires to meet Malek this winter, or any future one for that matter.” She added in, for good measure. Kiona Fire is catching

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Malek.

His eating had stopped so that he might consider this thing for a long moment. A name. Who did it belong to? What weight was carried in it? He cared not, as long as it held no claim over him.

"Then Kiona won't." He decided for her with a heavy snort, a bull that looked over its herd. He continued to tear apart at whatever he could grasp from the bird's plump frame. It would do, for now. Soon he would desire a bigger hunt, a bigger kill.

He could do this now with one more set of teeth.

"Eat. We move on soon."

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Kiona paused, a sly grin on her features. “Neither of us will.” Death would come for them all, but not today… not tomorrow… and not in a week. She did not need to be told twice, biting into the bird and beginning to devour the rest of the kill she had rightfully earned. Her stomach finding some sense of relief from it, settling in that moment on the contentment of not being angry because if was empty. Eat. We move on soon. She hummed as he said it… though she was not particularly certain she wanted to travel with the man… but at least for the moment, if it aided to her survival… then perhaps he was the answer Zihnal had sent her after all. Finished Kiona Fire is catching

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