the tom had to eat at some point. yet, he hated the feeling of guilt watching the forming group struggle with finding enough for their numbers. sure, none of them were his kids. yet, at the same time he could care less. he helped when he could as it was the right thing to do. so, he was on the look out for a solo hunter to help.

he was trying to remain a little less obvious, but that was hard with his bulking frame. eyes flicking over the many patrols, he soon spotted someone alone. so, he made his way over and cleared his throat with a rough mwer. salutations. care to let an old loner hunt with you?

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