04-24-2019, 12:21 AM
Tristan sat upon a bed of cedar needles while the wolves padded near. Brenna pushed her nose into a pile of wolf pups, mingling and playing meanwhile. His bag laid alongside, and he smiled when one of the wolves sniffed at the contents. The image of sniffing hot bear shit came to his mind. He laughed and peered inside. Granola, kelp leaves, and canned herring were tucked into the pockets. The wolf shook his head in a way that made him think of Thorn Paw, but as he trailed away, Tristan caught the scent of a fresh kill. Water filled his mouth.
The glistening, warm meat laid open for consumption. His stomach ached with sudden hunger. His mouth drenched waterfalls. His eyes glazed. On the periphery, Sierra carved into the meat with a knife. Snouts wet with juices peered up, maws devouring hungrily, even as they invited him to join.
Meat juices slicked his mouth as he tore eagerly into the game. Warmth infused fresh blood, and he growled happily to himself. His sweater was pulled from his shoulders, tossed back by the bag. An undershirt was a fine sacrifice to the mess dribbling from his chin. He must have looked a fright he realized upon licking his fingers. He had a canteen, but rather than waste it to wash up, he asked the wolves for water.
"Sierra, I'm going to the creek to wash," he said, holding up his hands. "Come?" he asked, a content smile tempted her toward agreement.
The glistening, warm meat laid open for consumption. His stomach ached with sudden hunger. His mouth drenched waterfalls. His eyes glazed. On the periphery, Sierra carved into the meat with a knife. Snouts wet with juices peered up, maws devouring hungrily, even as they invited him to join.
Meat juices slicked his mouth as he tore eagerly into the game. Warmth infused fresh blood, and he growled happily to himself. His sweater was pulled from his shoulders, tossed back by the bag. An undershirt was a fine sacrifice to the mess dribbling from his chin. He must have looked a fright he realized upon licking his fingers. He had a canteen, but rather than waste it to wash up, he asked the wolves for water.
"Sierra, I'm going to the creek to wash," he said, holding up his hands. "Come?" he asked, a content smile tempted her toward agreement.