The woods around them are full of life, birds sing above while squirrels run past. "Who's up for lunch?" Abel asks pulling out a small axe from his belt, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Grabbing an arrow from his quiver, Allistor nods. "I could go for some." His keen eyes spot a large squirrel sitting high in a tree a few feet away. "That one's mine."

Right as he's about to shoot it Abel's axe hits it first knocking it out of its perch. "You mean it's mine." He says sprinting to grab the fallen squirrel.

As both argue over the fallen prey Alfred spots faint movement in a bush a few yards away. He's not sure what it could be but by the smell of it it's something bigger than a squirrel. "Hey can I see your bow?" He asks reaching out for it, never taking his eyes off the shuttle moment in the bush.

Normally the Fox won't let anyone use it but he wants to see exactly what kind of Omega the younger man is. So he hands the cedar bow to him with one arrow. "Miss and yah make me a new one."

Alfred answers with a smirk. "The bow or the arrow?" He lowers the weapon, thankful that it gives so easily before aiming and shooting it at the mass in the bush. The creature lets out a loud pained cry before merging from its hiding place. When it does Alfred stares in near shock at the size of the deer in front of him. "Damn." He says as the deer cries out in pain again as it thrashes about, the arrow stuck deep into its throat.

While he stands frozen Gilbert pounces on the deer, slicing its neck before it can attack them. "Hell of a shot." He says dragging the deer out into the open once the animal is dead. "Grab what you can."

"Wait as in…break it down here?" Alfred watches as the three Alphas set to work pulling the deer apart.

One of them nods. "Yeah we can't take the whole thing. What we don't use will be eaten by something else." Allistor snaps back the head going for its horns with his knife. "Weren't yah taught this?" His eyes catch Alfred just as he looks away. "Here it's easy come over." He knows they don't have time to teach him everything but he can give the new comer some basic knowledge. "You're gonna have to do this a lot here."

Finally the Omega kneels beside the animal. "I can do it; it's just been a long time…" His shaking hand finds the deer's chest. It's still warm to the touch with speckles of blood soaking into the fur. With eyes closed he inhales remembering what his mother had taught him years before. "Thank you." He whispers to it. It's all he can remember so after another minute he opens his eyes to see them staring at him. "Uhh…" He starts as his face turns a light red.

"Thank you, Great spirits of the land for this plenty that you have provided to us. " Allistor says warmly removing the horns. "Your Mum was a Fox wasn't she?"

"Yeah she was," he answers fondly. "She taught me a lot about the land…didn't really think any of it would come into use." He had always heard rumors of his mother's people and how they treated the lands around them. It had always intrigued him but under his father's watch he never dared to learn more about her or her people. They were Foxes, naïve, foolish and set in their old ways. But watching Allistor he knows there's more to them than what his father lead him to believe.

"Life's funny that way."

Gilbert finishes with his side of the deer. "Yeah that's one way of putting it." With a flick of his wrist he lets the knife land in the earth by the Omega's feet. "And if your father was a wolf I'm sure he taught you how to use that."

With a few skillful slices he has the fur pulled off in a few minutes. "You mean like that?"

Gilbert answers with a chuckle. "So you just want that? Last time I checked it's a little hard to eat the skin." He struggles slightly to stands up with his bag full of meat. "Take from the belly and tie it into the fur then when we make camp I'll help you dry it."

"Do you want the knife back then?"

Shaking his head Gilbert starts to walk away. "Keep it. I have a few and if you're going to be with us you'll need something to protect yourself with."

A chill goes down his spine. "Protect me?"

"Relax kid. He meant the bandits and other predators in these woods." Abel can't help himself as he continues. "If we wanted you we would have taken you already."

"Isn't your mouth the reason you got kicked out of your tribe?" Alfred can tell by the look in the Fox's eyes that it's meant to be a warning to the Neko. "Finish up Alfred. We have to keep moving."

"Right…" Alfred answers watching the Neko walk away. He collects what he can get from the deer and stands noticing that his hands are now stained red from the animal's blood. "Mom," he whispers looking up at the sky above. "I'm making the right decision, right?"

"Alfred."

"Coming." He slips the knife into one of the loops in his pants before reaching for the arrow still embedded in the deer's neck. After a small struggle it finally gives and like the knife he slips it into one of his pants loops. "I'm right behind you."