Sah
Sah watched as Sylvia took down here own target, "Good job." Climbing the ridge, he followed her over to their prey. The stag was dead, but the doe was still struggling. The Abandoned's eyes softened with sympathy, and he efficiently ended her pain, giving both of his kills a gentle pat and a quiet, "Thank you." Respect for the creature's life and acknowledgement of the lives its sacrifice would help sustain with its meat and fur.
Respects paid, Sah gave Sylvia a nod, "Sounds good. It might be best if we prep the meat here and lug what we can back. The rest we can leave for our circling friends." He chuckled slightly, nodding to the circling crows and vultures who had already arrived on the scene.
Respects paid, Sah gave Sylvia a nod, "Sounds good. It might be best if we prep the meat here and lug what we can back. The rest we can leave for our circling friends." He chuckled slightly, nodding to the circling crows and vultures who had already arrived on the scene.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
