be it youthful arrogance or the will to play along, her fellow anni-pet is quick to vindicate with the mirrored, wry curl of his lip. but a pointed, second glance to their behemoth of a target denotes of her uncertainty — an uncertainty that’s only exacerbated by the warning tones of @Hendrix. a quick once-over of the prince reveals the clutch of his medic’s parcel, and her shoulders shrug with a typical, misplaced flippancy. “don’t you wanna patch us up, doc?” she croons, nodding to the supplies with understanding. but the arrival of @Halimede promptly shifts her priorities as her gaze shamelessly combs the sunflower’s figure: admiringly. so engrossed in the tabby, is she, that the slow trickle of lorien bodies earns little more than a fleeting glance — until the horde begins their descent upon the poor, lonesome calf.

as death befalls their prey with a cruel finality, olive springs to life with ravenous intent: indulging in the tender prize with the ruthless gnash of bloodied teeth. between mouthfuls, her attention returns to hendrix with exaggerated curiosity, spurred by the subtle prick of guilt for previous teasings. “psst, need a guinea pig?” she queries, tuning out the others with vocals softened for him, alone. “i’ve come down with a curious case of tummy hurt.” and if he were so inclined, the queen would continue with her laundry list of symptoms: delighted to chat enough for the both of them.

-- exeunt olive via chitchat

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And what, exactly, did she smell?

A delicacy.

Anniston put a bit more gusto into the motion as she sniffed the air, her heart thrumming with excitement as it set in that they could feast on an elephant that night. She followed after its scent until they came across a set of clear prints in the plains – bingo.

She grinned a bloody smile as she came up for air from the juvenile meal, seeking eye contact with her pride mates to share in utter bliss for a moment before bending back down for more. Perhaps things were back to the old days again, elephant hunts and all.

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+10 - Correctly track something through a territory (Sept double XP)
+10 - Take part in a successful hunt (Sept double XP)
+10 - Participate in a hunt using the rolled hunt system (Sept double XP)

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Nodding to @Orson as his age mate noticed him he turned to the view the others that arrived. His father nipped lovingly at one ear, which flicked from the close encounter, before resting his weight against his solid form. Weight spread more evenly across his limbs as he entertained his father's weight against him, happy to have the display affection.

Success came once more, seeming to bolster egos as he once more jogged around the team, grinning like the fool he mostly was. "don’t you wanna patch us up, doc?" Victory jog cut short at the sound of @Olive's voice egging him on. Molten eyes narrowed in the deep grey of his face before he grinned again. "Of course I wanna make sure you're all ok." That was why he'd brought the usual satchel of herbs, was it not? Usually provided by the animals they took down on these occasions.

All gloating aside, he began to make his rounds about the group, assessing each individual for wounds, and applying any poultice where the need may be. exit Hendrix

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