"2! 2 deer is all you caught, in the space of an hour?!", Nat roared, his voice filling with utter disgust and fiery annoyance at every passing word.
"Uh.. sir.. only one herd passed by sir, and we're still not too familiar with this terrain..", came Pell's sheepish reply.
Pell was Nat's right hand wolf when it came to Hunting. Usually his persona and demeanour would be one of great pride and strength, but facing Nat was the only thing capable of braking him.
"And how long will I have to wait before you fools adjust eh?", he bellowed the rhetoric question, slowly stalking to fill the gap between the pair of them all the while.
"No longer sir-"
"You'd better hope so, or else you'll be the one on the menu.", Nat retorted quietly yet not in the smallest bit less intimidating.
Stopping just inches from Pell, Nat lowered his haunches until their snouts were just a mere hair's breadth away from the other. He glared into Pell's eyes for what must've seemed like years before speaking again.
"I'll just have to find something sufficient myself."