[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]ooc / recently, i've been listening to too much shakira. explaining the title.
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ic / Marco was taking long strides back into the camp, or neighborhood, if you wished to call it, with some venison he was able to get. As much as venison was good, it could be a bit difficult to get, especially with winter so near. This time, though, the catch was easy - the fawn had some injuries to the legs, possibly from a lone coyote who was perhaps sent off with a kick, and limped his way. Even so, the fawn was smaller than usual to begin with.
Without a sound, he set it down on a small patch of clover, one he knew the nurses and such weren't using - it seemed the seed and all that was untouched. Maybe, Marco thought, he'd get a fire going and use some embers to cook it. But then again, that was a hard and long process. Not unless he got Littlepaw, but he hadn't seen the kid around recently.