"If I can manage that... does the sun manage to rise in the ast, then? Gimme a few."

He dropped to all fours and sprinted away, nose quivering in the wind and he searched for a fresh scent that would lead him to prey. And it didn't take too long - Scents were easier to track in the mountains.

He was back inside of fifteen minutes, a small boar dangling from his jaws. Well, small as boars went, but still large enough to provide them both with a good deal of meat.

With a flick of his head, he sent it rolling over the rock and gravel toward her.

"How's that, then?"