FATHOMLESS | returning haul, open

[Luciferr]

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The trek back across the wastelands towards their caves of home was much less punishing when one had managed a fully good meal - his tongue still licked at the edges of his teeth and mandibles for teh stray bits of flesh and blood specks from the elysite.

Almost disappointing how easy it had been - but the food was good caliber, he’d be going back for more most likely, they were a large group after all - a veritable buffet of strangers to feast upon.

He yawned wide - he’d neglected sleep but well there was always time in the day to catch up on that, night was when he was so much more alive anyway.

Carrying his trophies, the leopard entered the caverns, carefully picking his way back towards where the group congregated and where the caverns strayed off into all the different tunnels of each rank and file.

Taking a turn towards where his - and currently only his - quarters lay, the ranked Ogre set down the bundled skinned fur and bones, content to lay them out and begin work on the items, perhaps an engraving for the skull - too small for him to wear - but well they were lacking in decoration to gaze at in this room.

The fur would be good bedding, still spotted with blood as it was, the teeth and claws - hm, so many possibilities.