———— Two taps on Rhyels shoulder signaled for him to remove the blindfold. Pulling the cloth down his vision is restored. Taking in his surrounding he watched orthrus gesture to two buck ahead of them. The strange yet oddly familiar now communication of the wolves struck him again. He could tell it was Orthrus reaching out. He wanted Rhyel to take the younger, closer one and he would take the second. Returning the communication with an emotion of readiness Rhyel smirked. Time for some action, it was not like fighting men and he could have this done quickly. With the knife in hand Rhyel leaned forward and then kicked off. He felt faster than he had before as he darted toward the younger buck. It raised its head and started to run as its ears flicked back and forth but Rhyel was there. The knife found ribs and pushed through. The buck falling and struggling to free itself before Rhyel finished it with a stab to its heart. Ending its suffering. The older buck had begun to run from the commotion caused by Rhyel moving but as it did so did a spear. It flew past Rhyels head and arced it’s way into the bucks path before piercing its shoulder at an angle, down into its chest. Rhyel stared in awe at the throw Orthrus made. The man had quite an arm. “Good shot, old wolf.” Rhyel said simply, not trying to seem to impressed as he leaned over his own kill. “Happy now? We got the fresh meat.” He chuckled and thought they would be having quite the meal later.