Returning to the camp didn't take long at all, the halla more than content to carry them. They dismounted the deer as they reached a small grouping of aravels, Bramen patting the halla's neck in thanks. She continued to follow them as they moved, the sun steadily setting the closer they got to the main encampment. A fire was burning near the center of the camp, over where Bramen had pointed out the Keeper's aravel. The clan was gathered and they were waiting, all busying themselves with some task or another - though many glanced over and greeted the men and their companions with a smile.
The windhound ran forward, racing up to Camras who was seated on a log, two other hounds laying near him. They raised their heads at the sight of their fellow, tails giving a wag before they all settled in together. Camras nodded towards Bramen and Dorian, Deywen doing the same as he moved in beside his fellow hunter.
It was Meallan who waved towards Dorian and Bramen, calling them over to where he was sitting. The Keeper was near him, sitting peacefully as she watched over her clan. Some were carving, some were preparing more firewood, some were cooking up some kind of animal, roasting it over a spit. Smaller pots and kettles were near the base of the fire, heating whatever their contents were - something that smelled a bit of apples, something that smelled like spindleweed. Combined with whatever animal was presently roasting, it all smelled quite tantalising.
Bramen guided Dorian towards where Meallan was sitting, moving to take a seat with his brother. He motioned for Dorian to sit with him, the hall choosing to join them, laying down near the log and laying her head in Dorian's lap once the man had settled. Bramen couldn't help but chuckle softly, petting the halla's muzzle as she rested.
"It really does seem you've made a friend," Bramen beamed, pleased at the sight. He knew Dorian would like halla. He was just glad they seemed to like him in return.
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The windhound ran forward, racing up to Camras who was seated on a log, two other hounds laying near him. They raised their heads at the sight of their fellow, tails giving a wag before they all settled in together. Camras nodded towards Bramen and Dorian, Deywen doing the same as he moved in beside his fellow hunter.
It was Meallan who waved towards Dorian and Bramen, calling them over to where he was sitting. The Keeper was near him, sitting peacefully as she watched over her clan. Some were carving, some were preparing more firewood, some were cooking up some kind of animal, roasting it over a spit. Smaller pots and kettles were near the base of the fire, heating whatever their contents were - something that smelled a bit of apples, something that smelled like spindleweed. Combined with whatever animal was presently roasting, it all smelled quite tantalising.
Bramen guided Dorian towards where Meallan was sitting, moving to take a seat with his brother. He motioned for Dorian to sit with him, the hall choosing to join them, laying down near the log and laying her head in Dorian's lap once the man had settled. Bramen couldn't help but chuckle softly, petting the halla's muzzle as she rested.
"It really does seem you've made a friend," Bramen beamed, pleased at the sight. He knew Dorian would like halla. He was just glad they seemed to like him in return.