skill: hunter 1/5 Belvadair

The pack was growing. Now he could barely manage to get through the Vale without tripping over either one of the litters they'd welcomed. Wild to think that his sister was a mother, and another was going to join her in motherhood! Maybe all his sisters would be mothers before the year turned. He could think of none better to be trusted with the next generation than his siblings. They had done a lot of raising each other, after all.

He licked his lips as he peered over a bank of tall grasses, crouched down low enough that he would hopefully evade the notice of the deer that he was stalking. She didn't seem to be a mother, perhaps too young still, but he could tell that by the angle of her back leg she probably never would be. Her steps looked painful, and Isaiah thought of the sharp pain of breaking his front leg. But this had not healed as his wounds had, between the meddling of half the pack and the care of Dalmatia, Sølvi, and Svajonė.

The doe fumbled as she tried to step, bleating out in pain, and Isaiah's stomach lurched. It would be a mercy - and it would provide for his family at the same time. He leapt smoothly, but still the injured doe gave chase, and he cursed under his breath. So much for a quick mercy kill.