Leonard begins digging up some dark green spikey-looking plant with a stick. Rotem runs up and down the side of the mountain.

Rotem runs along the mountain, moving back down towards the camp and the fire. His breath is quick and deep, a light sweat can be seen upon his form.

A long howl of greeting comes from the forest to the north west, with a recognizable yap to cut it off. The nomoon Gnawer picks up her trot-a-lope pace as she comes up, fur wet and dripping.

Rotem runs right up to Yi without saying a word, then to the camp, circling the fire and then heading back up the mountain.

Leonard glances up, putting the plant in his bag and straightening. He raises a hand in greeting when he sees the wolf.

Three-Blades flicks a wet ear at Rotem as he passes by her, pausing in step to watch before pacing up to Leonard. How goes it?

Rotem runs up to the large boulder at the top of the mountain, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, then turning to run back down.

Leonard nods. "Good. He's silent today. Want some of your namesake?" He digs up another plant and shows it to you, grinning.

Three-Blades sniffs at the plant, then looks over at the Wendigo with a splay of her ear. That's what I'm supposed to be? She snuffs with a laugh. I should find a fruit to name you after too then. The Gnawer nomoon lolls her tongue and continues watching Rotem run up and down the mountain.

Rotem continues his running, pausing at the boulder for a few seconds with each pass. He is sweating more heavily now. Although the cool mountain air is refreshing.

Leonard takes out a knife and lops the green top off the plant, then proceeds to peel the bark off, revealing a thin white root. "Nope. That. Try some." He slits it an takes out the reddish center before handing it to you.

The drippy Gnawer sniffs again, before taking an experimental lick. Licklick. Then she takes the root gingerly between her teeth and snaps twice, swallowing it. Grunt. Tastes like grass and dirt. She looks up at Little Bear. But then that must be because of the form I take.

Rotem seems to be getting rather tired from the running. The uphill leg of the route tiring him out. He misses a step on his way down, and trips. He rolls forward a little. Then quickly gets up again. He keeps running though, just a few small cuts on his arm.

Leonard pages: Actually it should taste bitter, like tumeric or dandelion greens or romaine lettuce, only REALLY bitter.

You paged Leonard with 'Who says that grass and dirt aren't BITTER.'.

From afar, Leonard grins. I suppose grass could be bitter. Dunno about dirt.

Leonard shakes his head. "I'll cook you up some."

Three-Blades whuffles a laugh, and twitches her tail as she watches Rotem run. After a little bit she decides to go and trot beside him as he runs up and down the way a dog runs beside a boy.

Leonard keeps digging until he's filled his bag, maybe 45 minutes or so, then moves back towards the fire and calls to Rotem to stop. He sits and starts cleaning the plants.

Rotem tries not to step on Yi, with little success. He returns back to the fire and collapses on the ground, breathing heavily but not saying a word. He reaches over to scratch Yi behind the ears.

Three-Blades nips Rotem's arm lightly as he scratches, then sits on her haunches and looks over at Little Bear. You just make him run this long everyday? Her own sides are slightly wet, but it's hard to tell as she's been damp for awhile from swimming in the lake.

Leonard nods absently, placing a peeled root to his side and lopping the top off another.

Leonard says "Its how my grandfather did me strating when I was five. Up and down the hill behind our house, every morning, right after breakfast."

Rotem lays on the ground quietly. He uses a stick to draw various designs in the dirt. There is definitely no artistic talent in this one.

Leonard glances at Yi. "You want to join in his next lesson? Going to try to teach him how to work together to bring down game while wearing the wolf."

Three-Blades flicks her ears musingly. Better than running from the sting of thundersticks, the nomoon replies with some thought about her own backgrounds. Invitation? She looks from the cub to the Wendigo. I would be honored. I could learn some more about hunting as well. Game is not easy to catch. I thought at first, the smaller the game, the easier, but that...was the wrong idea. She lolls her tongue, though her slight embarrassment shows.

Rotem covers up whatever he was drawing and starts over, scribbling in the dirt idly.

Leonard finishes up with his roots and digs a slightly squashed basket out of his bag, heading towards the stream. He fills it with water and washes the roots while he's there, then comes back and tosses the roots in, commenting quietly, "Usually the young help with the chores in my tribe. Everyone works together." He glances at Rotem.

Three-Blades looks from Wendigo to cub again, to see what effect the words have.

Rotem looks back up to Leonard, eyebrow quirked. He doesn't say anything though.

Leonard adds some more wood to the fire. "Could use some nice flat stones from the stream."

Three-Blades' tailtip flickers again, to see what reaction the cub gets.

Rotem nods and gets up, heading over towards the stream. He pulls out some stones, tossing several back. He continues this proccess for several minutes before returning with a few flat, round, stones.

Leonard nods, pleased. "Put them in the fire, there. In the coals." He stands, brushing off his jeans, though several muddy paw prints resist his attempts to remove them. "Alright." He looks around, out of habit, to make sure noone's watching, then shifts down to lupus. Time for your hunting lesson.

Three-Blades notices the paw prints and lolls her tongue innocently.

Rotem places them down in the fire and then stretches. He tilts his head to the side, a sound similar to knuckles cracking is heard, and then the boy shifts down to lupus.

Rotem contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Rotem shifts into Lupus form.

Three-Blades trots over to Rotem, head and tail held high. She faces him head on, awaiting his reaction to her show of dominance.

Little Bear shifts down and shakes, then moves to the stream for a quick drink and look around.

Flying-Wolf lowers his head, tilting it to expose his neck. The cub's tail hangs between his legs, the slight scent of urine can be detected by the lupine nose. His ears are down slightly,

Three-Blades sniffs slightly, and looks satisfied with the cub's submission. Stepping a pace closer she places her head over his shoulders and presses down a bit before lifting her head off and beckoning him with a flick of her tail to move and follow after Little Bear. Her trot is easy, taking her down to the Wendigo and the stream where she also dips her head to lap up some water.

Little Bear looks up from the stream. Got a track. He looks from Yi to Rotem, and chuffs approvingly. Good. Here, scent this. He noses a track.

Flying-Wolf moves over towards the spot LB is motioning towards and sniffs the air curiously.

Three-Blades gives her fur a shake before heading over and looking down at the track. She sniffs, though takes the time to memorize the shape and character of it as well. Little Bear nods. That smell is a buck. Can you smell the musk? Good sign. Can't go after does in spring, they're pregnant and looking for place to fawn.

Flying-Wolf pauses scratching at the ground then then sniffing again. Obviously curious as his tail wags from side to side.

Little Bear follows the tracks upstream, keeping his nose to the ground, then crosses the stream and trots up and down the other bank. Oh, this one is good. He doubles back, across the river. Old buck, smart. Track about half a day old. He wags his tail. C'mon!

Three-Blades takes a long whiff of the scent, and detects the musk that the Wendigo speaks of. Her jaws open in a grin and she lopes after quickly, nose to the ground and tail high with the tip wagging slightly.

Flying-Wolf runs off after Little Bear, tail wagging still. As he crosses the river a splash of water follows in his wake.

Little Bear follows the trail at a trot as it heads up a wooded ridge, and pauses as he finds a pile of droppings. He immediately rolls in them.

Flying-Wolf blinks, watching Little Bear. He looks over at Yi, then back at the Wendigo.

Three-Blades trots up to the pile of droppings and sniffs them too. Ew? The nomoon's ears splay to either side. You're kidding, right?

Little Bear stands, shaking. Deer smell as well as we do. They smell wolf, they take off, we go hungry. They smell their own shit, they figure its okay, we get close enough to pounce.

Flying-Wolf descides to go along with it, and moves over to the droppings. He closes his eyes and rolls over them. The cub has the most pained expression on his face at the moment.

Three-Blades is the last to reluctantly roll in the feces, and only enough to cover her scent by the barest levels. She doesn't disguise her disgust, but gets back up and snorts at the Wendigo.

Little Bear's tongue lolls at the gnawer's expressions. Too good for a little shit, huh. I thought you were Bone Gnawers. He nudges Yi playfully. C'mon.

Flying-Wolf uses his paw and flicks some more of the dung onto Yi, before prancing off after Little Bear.

Three-Blades sniffs again, turning her head as the dung spluts against her shoulder. Oh well. The nomoon trots after Little Bear, overtaking the cub in pace.

You follow the track for about five miles, Little Bear explaining that they were made shortly before dawn, and the deer was looking for a place to bed down for the day. Wolves don't hurt during the day, usually. Make sure we aren't seen. This one, he should be... He stops, scenting the ground again. He doubled back, here. See? They do that, to see if they are being followed. Smart. This one only a few hours old. He follows the trail up and over a hilly area. The wood gets more and more dense as you continue on along the ridge.

Three-Blades queries if the deer would walk in a stream to avoid leaving tracks as well. But then the bank of the stream would be muddy and then we could see where they got out. An ear swivels around while the other cants to a side with the inquiry.

Little Bear slows to answer her question. Deer will cross shallow streams to hide their scent. Remember we hunt by scent while we wear the wolf, not by sight. The deer don't care so much about tracks as scent.

Flying-Wolf looks about, sniffing still, he then moves to nudge Little Bear, pointing with a paw at some more tracks, he scratches the ground.

Three-Blades tilts an ear and dips her head. Figures. Humans depend on sight a lot. She tilts a head towards Rotem with some form of lupine posture regarding his eye, but otherwise continues ahead a little.

Little Bear stops to check the tracks Rotem has found. Fresher, but female. No musk. Wolves will hunt whatever they can catch but we do not. Young females are too hard to catch anyway. We stick with the old buck, he's smart so he's old, lived awhile. Might be slow. Good nose, though. C'mon.

Flying-Wolf follows after Little Bear, his ears tilted forwards, sniffing the air as he walks.

Three-Blades snorts a bit as she sniffs the air and turns back to Little Bear. Isn't it hard to tell the scent of these droppings on us versus the scent of the buck?

Little Bear begins to slow, then stops, nose to the ground and ears alert. The tracks have disappeared in the bracken and dead leaves. He's being quiet now, cautious. The woods have closed in, second-growth forest but old second-growth, maybe a hundred and fifty years. Some places younger and covered in brush. Here is where he is, somewhere here. Maybe higher up to see, look around while he rests. Keep low, go slow, no noise. Use you nose and your eyes.

Flying-Wolf keeps his eyes peeled, looking about, sniffing the air and going off in one direction, slowly moving along the ground, keeping low.

Little Bear looks to Three-Blades. No, droppings smell like shit. Deer smells like deer. Pads in his feet.

Little Bear moves further up the ridge, slowly. You see something, ear twitch, head move, come tell me, find the other, then we move.

Flying-Wolf pauses as a bush shakes in front of him. A small rabbit comes jumping out and running across. The cub remains low, as the rabbit runs away from him.

Three-Blades blinks with surprise, but freezes in place until the rabbit disappears.

A thicket of stagbrush explodes into movement as the rabbit runs past it, and a large deer bolts from its cover, tail waving like a white pennant as it leaps down the ravine.

Flying-Wolf looses no time as he bolts off after the deer, barking loudly as he rushes after it.

Three-Blades takes off afterwards, silent in her own running as she takes up a flanking position. Should the buck decide to head streamwards, she'll be there.

Little Bear races after Flying-Wolf, snarling. No, don't bark! You'll -- he's cut off as two other deer also burst from their hiding places in the brush, going in opposite directions as each other and the first deer.

Flying-Wolf continues running along, chasing after it, waiting for it to turn. He falls silent, although too late.

The first deer easily pulls away from the cub, bounding out of sight further down the ravine. The second deer escapes easily as well, not being chased, but the third runs towards where Yi is guarding as Little Bear catches up to Flying-Wolf and finishes his sentence with ...you'll warn the others. Stop. He's gone.

Three-Blades crouches down, dark fur blending in the brush as the deer bounds towards her. She waits for half a second and springs with a lunge towards the prey. Rarr! (She doesn't actually rarr.)

Little Bear looks around for Yi, sighing, then perks up his ears as he hears the commotion of the deer's attempt to change course, lashing out and kicking at the wolf's head as it turns in midair. It stumbles upon landing and limps slightly as it bounds off back in the direction which it came. Little Bear lowers his head as he hears the deer approaching. Get ready! Go for the upper leg or the neck, and watch the hooves, they are dangerous!

Three-Blades yipes in pain as the hoof connects with the side of her head and sends her sprawling into the brush with a crackle of broken branches. For the moment the no-moon lies dazed. Whoo, when did deer grow that many feet?

[Damage: 2 non-agg to the head, cut with hooves]

Pack> Little Bear says "Never underestimate the power of a leg than can propel a 150 lb deer up to 20 feet in a single bound :)"

Flying-Wolf continues running off after the Deer, lunging for its rear leg, near its rask. His jaw open as he shifts to hispo form. His movments a blur of rage sped fury.

Little Bear pages to the room: Wait. Rotem, do you go after the deer I told you to stop chasing or do you go aftre thre deer that's been scared back by Yi?

Flying-Wolf pages to the room: The one that has been scared back by Yi.

The deer leaps and kicks out wildly, and lands a blow at what would've been Rotem's jaw had he not used his Rage, and instead ends up catching him full in the stomach, tearing open a gash. Rotem does land a bite and tears the deer's flank as his teeth slide from his hold.

[Damage to Rotem: About 2 non agg to the gut, cut open but not completely eviscerated.]

Little Bear stays next to the deer as it leaps, instead of getting behind it, putting on a rush of speed that, while impressive, isn't rage-powered. He cuts in front of the deer, under its legs, in a motion to knock the speeding animal off its feet, and the wounded deer stumbles.

Three-Blades finally comes back around to herself, feeling the mother of all headaches (though probably not as bad as Little Bear from an earlier fight with a dead fishmonster) as she stumbles out of the brush. The fur at the base of her ear is matted with blood and while she scents it, her head doesn't quite register it yet. Ears prick forward, and the nomoon trots towards the sound of the commotion with little else thought in her head except pain and deer hooves.

Flying-Wolf lays upon his side, just as he landed, cursing the deer. He tries to get up, his hind legs not responding.

Little Bear leaps around like a jackrabbit, worrying the deer who's struggling to get up, lashing out with those deadly hooves. Little help here! The deer manages to get to its feet again and Little Bear leaps up and latches onto its nose.

Three-Blades finally reaches the scene with Little Bear and the struggling deer, and something instinctual snaps inside the nomoon's head. She's no longer really thinking, only acting out of reflex as her jaws open up and she dodges a low kick from the deer. Leaping, her fangs seek purchase in the deer's upper shoulder.

Little Bear dangles from the deer's nose, who is still making some progress to get away from the wolves, eyes rolling and blood streaming from her torn flank and nose. Finally Little Bear does enough damage to drop off and Three-Blades manages to tear at the deer's shoulder, though its hard to find purchase there. The deer is tiring, but then so are you. Little Bear leaps for the nose again. Come! Weigh it down!

Flying-Wolf hobbles up to his feet, moving over towards the others, still in hispo. As he nears the confined deer he sinks his fangs, albeit weakly, into its side.

Between Three-Blades and Flying-Wolf on its side and the other wolf on its nose, the deer stumbles again, allowing Little Bear to transfer his grip from the deer's nose to its throat, under the head. Get the belly! Get the belly! The Wendigo growls.

Three-Blades drops off with a low crouch as the deer decides to kick out at her again. She circles and leaps for the belly, seeking the guts in the soft underside of the velvet furred animal.

Flying-Wolf gives the deer the same treatment he got, ripping into its underbelly, pulling out flesh with his teeth.

The deer, already off-balance, goes down as Three-Blades and her cub attack her underbelly, ripping it open. Little Bear continues to suffocate the kicking deer, and its outbursts get weaker and weaker from loss of blood and air. Finally, the deer is still, eyes glazed. Little Bear lets go and gives a short howl of triumph, then shifts up to homid, eyes gleaming, and removes a knife from his belt.

Flying-Wolf then falls to the ground, resting. Looking at the deer.

Three-Blades growls and rips the deer's underbelly, already gulping down a hunk of flesh. Hello...Yi? You in there? The nomoon's instinct doubled by the scent of prey's blood doesn't seem to wane that much as the deer ceases its struggles and the howl of triumph goes up.

Flying-Wolf just watches silently, staying on the ground as he shifts to glabro.

Leonard grins ferally at Yi's actions, and kneels next to her, making a cleaner cut in the ragged wound on the doe's belly. He reaches into the cavity, knife in hand, and after a few deft swipes manages to wrest the still-beating heart from the animal, and holds it in his hand, where it twitches. He looks at Three-Blades and Rotem solemnly. "Shift up."

Leonard smiles and nudges Yi with his toe. "Hey, shewolf. Come back to me. You need to thank your provider."

Three-Blades places a bloody paw on the deer's side as her head dips in further to tear out another chunk of the deer's underside. Ears pinned back she turns with an all too feral growl and bloodied jaws a moment before realizing she has to look up for the eyes. Blink. The haze of the hunt fades along with her growl, only giving way to the dull throb on her head as she whimpers momentarily. Then she shakes herself and shifts up, passing through the midforms and returning to her homid shape. She plops back down heavily and moans quietly as the throb only dulls. But, the gash must have healed along the way.

You have shifted to Homid form.

Leonard smiles and kneels in front of her, holding the quivering heart to her lips. "Take a bite, quick. Big bite."

Flying-Wolf shifts to homid, healed now, watching them.

Yi looks at the Wendigo with a blank expression and her eyes cross briefly at the heart stuck in front of her. Not that she recognizes it, but the blood plastered on her face masks whatever smell she might really get from the quivering organ. There's another, rather feral growl only strangled in her throat as she snaps human teeth into the heart, picking up a hand to hold it down as she twists her head and pulls off a chunk. The bite-sized piece is swallowed whole without much thought.

Leonard nods with fierce pride. "Good! You take her strength into you." He moves to Rotem and offers the heart for a bite.

Rotem shakes his head and motions to Leonard. He writes in the dirt, "Elder first."

Leonard shakes his own head. "Thanks but its not my first hunt, its yours. In this case you go first. Its tradition. I'll get my share of the good stuff, don't worry." He holds up the heart again. "Eat while its still twitching. Big bite now."

Rotem shrugs and leans forwards, he wraps his hands around Leonard's, getting a hold of the heart as he devoures it, taking a large bite, but not stopping, his mouth doesn't leave the heart as he swallows down another two bites of the blood soaked flesh.

Yi squints a little, holding a hand up to the side of her head and shaking slowly with some blinking as she touches her tender temple. "Ow," she utters, still a little dazed but the pain of a headache ebbing her back to reality. Lifting her hand away she blinks at the amount of blood on it. Of course, most of it is deer, but she doesn't recognize that fact yet.

Leonard laughs, pulling it away. "Alright, alright." He takes the last for himself, wiping a bloody smear from nose to chin so that you now all look like you're wearin the same warpaint. "Thank the deer spirit for giving its life for yours to go on, and then we'll get it back to the camp."

Rotem nods and then rises, heading off towards the river. He crouches down beside it and looks into the waters. About a minute later, he is gone.

Leonard glances at Yi amusedly. "You want to finish the guts, or...?"

Rotem returns from the shadow, still covered in blood. He smiles and walks over to the others, tapping Leonard on the shoulder, and making a hand puppet type motion with his hand. The message clear. "Talk?"

Yi blinks as Rotem goes off to the river and steps sideways, then looks over at Leonard. "From the Shadow?" Her question comes with furrowed brow, confused at first. Hello... yes my name is Yi. "Guts..." she turns her head and looks down at the bloody mess. For the briefest of moments she looks like she's going to hurl, but then regains herself and nods slowly in agreement. She kneels beside the deer's carcass, offering to it words of her eastern language before shifting back down to a form that finds raw meat a bit more palatable.

Leonard glances up at the sun, then at Rotem, pointedly.

You have shifted to Lupus form.

Leonard glances back as Yi shifts down and grins. "You don't _have_ to, I just wondered if you wanted to. You were pretty into it there."

Rotem awaits a reply, looking to Leonard still. And the dead deer.

Three-Blades licks her muzzle, the world coming to her in this form a bit more clear with the scents. She simply blinks at Leonard a couple more times, then turns and snaps down her jaws around the liver and pulls it away to chew on the slippery organ. Whoof.

Leonard shakes his head, amused. "Guess that's my answer." He shifts down and joins her, nudging Rotem to do the same.

Rotem shakes his head, tapping Leonards shoulder again. The cub writes in the dirt, "Talk?"

Little Bear growls at the interruption to his snack. You want to talk or you want to see your rat-spirit? Up to you.

Three-Blades swallows the liver and licks her muzzle and chops. Not like raw fish or rabbit... and better taste in this form. She glances between the Wendigo and the cub.

Rotem sighs and shifts to crinos, moving to the other side of the deer and using his claws to rip it open.

Little Bear snarls. No! You do not wear the warform when hunting. You scare the game, you scare the true wolves.

Flying-Wolf sighs and shifts down to homid. The deer is neatly opened now anyway. The cub sticks his hands into the dead animal and after some fishing around starts pulling out intestines. He rips off a length of it, and then goes about pulling off some meat from the sides of the deer. Oddly enough, he doesn't eat any of it yet.

Three-Blades leaves the haunch for later, taking part of the intestine and squishing it slightly in her jaws out of experimentation. Squelch squish. Then she sets it down in front of her and snaps it into her jaws.

Little Bear stops eating and looks at Rotem. Stop. I will show you how to dress a deer after we eat.

Rotem eats.

Little Bear shifts up with an annoyed growl and stops Rotem's hands. "How is it you can argue even when you can't speak? Is this a gift? I said stop. When someone tells you to do something, and they outrank you, you DO IT. You do not argue, you do not say 'hold one a minute,' you do not keep doing what you are doing, you do. As. You. Are. Told. Do you understand?"

Rotem sighs and drops the intestine, nodding and looking down. He shifts down to lupus and resigns himself to eating raw meat. Blech.

Little Bear sighs and shifts back down. Apparently even his patience has limits. At least when thre's food to be had. Just eat the guts, we'll take the rest back to camp for dinner.

Three-Blades 'wolfs' down most of her little section of the innards and sits back with a grunt. Licking her chops, she blinks as some form of shadow flitters from her vision and she sniffs. To no avail of course, as most of her nose is filled with the scent of the two Garou and the dead deer's blood. Her growl goes out. I think we have company.

Rotem Looks about, not to eager to eat the raw meat. Ahh, an excuse. The cub looks about, sniffing the air.

Little Bear looks up and around, his own nose clotted with blood. I see nothing.

Rotem hasn't been eating yet, so his nose isn't quite so stuffed, he turns about, sniffing about the air, looking about.

Rotem pages to the room: Do I smell anything?

Three-Blades sniffs again, snorts to clear her nostrils, and tests the air. The shadow, unfortunately, was not in the right wind. Her snort comes out and she looks again, ears pricked. After awhile of silence, there's a distinct snuffling, not coming from the Garou.

You paged the room with 'The smell is upwind, but the snuffling is coming from a brushpatch behind a few rocks and trees.'.

Rotem turns about, sniffing the air and moving off towards the noise.

The snuffling gets louder as Rotem approaches the rocks, accompanied with some grunting. Then, the wind changes direction, and the air around is filled with Stench. Godawful pungent stench of carrion. The very whiff of it almost causes the cub to retch, but luckily he hasn't had the opportunity to fill his belly with raw meat -to- retch. From around the rock, a furry snout followed by a brown, squat body follows. The wolverine pauses at the sight of the cub, and growls grumpily.

Rotem growls back at the Wolverine, teeth bared. The cub's tail wags, as he bares down on the animal.

Little Bear catches the scent as well, as the wind changes, and wrinkles his nose, already recognizing it. Oh no... Stop!

Three-Blades sniffs for just a moment again before she looks ...very sick. UGH. Luckily, she has enough restraint to keep her own self from vomiting her meal, but the animal's scent also carries to her some hint of familiarity. Her eyes widen and she looks at Little Bear. That's it! That's the thing that I fought with to win my rabbit.

Rotem stops growling as Little Bear orders him to back off. The cub steps back slightly, keeping his eyes on the animal.

Little Bear blinks at Yi, impressed. You're braver than I thought to take on wolverine.

The seemingly pissed-off creature just gets more pissed off at the cub growling at him, baring his own ivory curving fangs. His stiff posture and horrid scent betray the very essence of 'Scram, Punk.' As the cub backs off, it snarls again in haughty pride at its menacing look and shuffles right past the cub wolf, heading for the two cliaths and the deer.

Three-Blades blinks between the wolverine and Little Bear. It took my rabbit. Besides, he didn't know I would fight back. And for effect, flattens her ears and bristles at the wolverine.

Little Bear looks from the deer to the wolverine and slowly backs away, snarling defensively.

Rotem shifts up to hispo as the Wolverine passes him. The cub growls, tail wagging. He waits for Little Bear to do something.

Three-Blades also backs off as the wolverine returns a snarl at Little Bear. The mini-tank of an animal proceeds to snap at Three-Blades as she too backs away. Her own body rather gorged enough with meat as is, she looks to Little Bear. It's going to have its dinner, I think...

The scent of a hispo and another deeper growl from the cub makes the wolverine turn around. The sudden appearance of a much larger wolf causes it to bristle and rowl with surprise, but now that it's so near its prize, the literal little bear snaps menacingly at Rotem.

Little Bear thinks you're right. We've eaten our fill, at least. He snarls and growls, and keeps his face towards the little bugger as it turns towards Rotem.

Rotem backs up slowly growling. He looks to Little Bear, waiting for a sign that he can attack.

This is why wolverines are called skunk bears. The musk glands upon its hind end produce a putrid stench that causes the very air around the carcass to become stiflingly...nasty. In the face of three competitors, the wolverine is not inclined to eat yet. In fact, it is experienced to know turning its back on any of the three invites attack. The squat scavenger looks more pissy than a Get, knowing it is so close to the deer and yet can't eat at all. Opportunity there, and it doesn't want to share .. at all. The wolverine mock charges with a snap of its powerful jaws at the biggest threat -- the hispo'd cub.

Rotem growls, not stepping back, greeting the Wolverine with a loud growling roar, teeth bared.

Little Bear growls warningly at both Rotem and the animal. Careful, cub. He moves to try and jerk off a leg off the der while the wolverine is otherwise occupied.

With eyes as red as the heart of hell itself, the enraged wolverine doesn't stop in his charge. The devilbear, originally meaning to merely scare off the wolves, launches itself with a snarl of fury straight at the cub. Rotem suddenly finds his face full of snapping, snarling, stinking wolverine.

Rotem brings his teeth to bare as the Wolverine gets in his face, attempting to snap his jaw closed on the animal's throat.

Three-Blades hurries back to the carcass and helps the Wendigo, grabbing the other leg of the deer and pulling hard in effort to separate the meat.

Little Bear plays tug of war with the ragabash, growling as he yanks. Finally one leg comes free.

Nostrils flare along with tempers as both animals suddenly make the forest a very racous spot. Wolverine is fast, slashing a gash straight across the cub's forehead between his ears as Rotem's teeth catch fur and a bit of skin from the floppy pelt of the animal. Soon, the wolvering is clambering full on at the cub's face, biting, clawing with no abandon at ears and the back of his head. Not to mention, the stench filling the air around them.

[Damage: Take 2 non-agg on the upper head, 1 agg for a bitten ear.]

Rotem reaches forwards, using his weight and teeth to latch onto the animal's throat and jump towards him, hopefully dragging him to the ground.

Long distance to the room: Three-Blades points out the animal's throat is around your ears by now.

Little Bear drops the leg with a curse as the wolverine decides it doesn't like the Gnawer cub. With a growl he rushes the animal from behind, loud enough for the screeching monster to hear.

The cub's huge teeth find purchase in puncturing a few holes on the devilbear's skin, but that only serves to infuriate the wolverine further. Heavy musk and bloodscent literally wrap around the cub's nostrils as the animal clambers up his muzzle and sinks its teeth onto his ruff. Little Bear's growl has almost no effect at the moment.

[Damage: 1 more agg to the shoulder area.]

Little Bear grabs the animal by the tail and tugs, trying to get it off the cub before it snaps his neck. Move! Run!

Three-Blades comes running after she's secured the deer leg pulled off, screeching to a halt while judging what to do. The fray is too heated to get a bite in without accident.

Rotem pages to the room: Spending rage then. Okay?

You paged the room with 'K.'.

Rotem pages to the room: Two points.

Rotem shifts up the crinos in a flurry of motion, arching his back forward quickly in an attempt to toss the deavilbear over his shoulders. His speed is a near blur as he tries to detach the animal from him.

The wolverine's jaws locked about the cub's ruff, only tightens even as the ground beneath him blurs and shifts. Tufts of tailfur come off in Little Bear's mouth as the Wendigo lets go, not planning on the shift up from the cub. The animal is quickly detached but not without ripping off a good hunk of muscle from the cub's shoulders and flung forward, right over Yi's crouched body and the wolverine smashes with a dull thud against the deer carcass and bounces slightly on the inside like a pinball in a machine. Dazed, the devilbear comes out waddling out of the deer's inside and snorts heavily, shaking its head with confusion. After a short, tense moment, it regains its wits and snarls wrathfully at Rotem. However it's not about to pick a new fight with a sudden grizzly sized wolf and its seeming two companions. It backs off. But not without leaving its mark upon the carcass of the deer. It relieves itself on the main body, then sprays the deer full of putrid musk before toddling off with animal-like curses to nurse its wounds.

[Damage: 1 more agg to the shoulders.]

Little Bear snorts out the fur in his mouth and spits out some blood, going back to the deer carcass. Sniffing, his nose wrinkles at the horrid scent left on it, but shifts to glabro to pick it up. He motions for Rotem to do the same and help him carry it.

[Damage Total: 3 agg (2 shoulders, 1 ear), 2 non (face) Alternative: 3 non agg to shoulders, 2 non to the ear, and 2 to the face. ]

Rotem falls down to the ground, shifting back to lupus form and laying on his side.

Three-Blades chuffs to the cub. Don't lie down, get up... there is not just one other wolverine in these mountains. Also lions, and others. She glances over at Leonard, who growls out in the mother tongue. ~Up. This will be your dinner. You hunted it, and fought for it. So you will help carry it back.~

Rotem growls and walks over to the animal, grabbing the leg Yi had earlier and picking it up in his mouth. He turns and heads off towards the camp, gritting his teeth against the bone from the pain in his shoulders.

The three of them manage amongst themselves to haul the deer carcass back to the camp, and discover the wolverine didn't lose everything after all having made off with the ripped off leg. Little Bear helps in showing Rotem how to clean the carcass as best they can and divide the meat into chunks, some for drying and smoking, some for roasting. Unfortunately, most of the meat carries the putrid scent of the wolverine as they work. The end of the hunt, while having its losses, is still overall a good first hunt.