Snow morlan hid behind a lone tree waiting for Lyall to inch closer and strike the first attack on the heard of  gazelle. His ice blue eyes focused on the female with intensity. If she made one wrong move which he doubted she wouldâ€¦he would be there to take faultâ€¦That was what he did. He didnâ€™t want the tribe thinking that the leader made mistakes so he inadvertently took the fall when she did slide into a mistake. Which was rare.<br/><br/>His honey suckle tanned right hand skin held his spear ready for release. It was the thrill of the hunt. His spear was made of the best wood, and was highly sturdy. It made him feel even more reliable. The minute he heard her spear launch into the boar he stepped from the tree and released his spear at the father of the buck -or so it seemed- and took the big buck down , but didnâ€™t kill it. He allowed one of the closer ranged hunterâ€™s to finish that. It was a reaction because the father buck seemed to want to go after Lyallâ€¦which he would not have his leader in any danger. Not that she couldnâ€™t handle herself.<br/><br/>His hands from then on worked on instinct. Taking down anything that could be a danger. Once the kill was over they gathered the meat and dragged it back to the cave. His fur cloth that wrapped around his thighâ€™s and lower body keeping him from being naked. Fact was they had much less clothing than women. At least when the whether is warm. He disliked wearing a lot of clothing due to wellâ€¦the fact that it slows him down.<br/><br/>At last they made it to the cave, and his eyes never left lyallâ€™s back. It was sad really but he had to shrug it off. A man doesnâ€™t let a women distract him from helping the tribe. He heaved a sigh and went to the hot spring. After that he traveled back to the cave, wrapping his man-skirt of fur around him as he joined the tribe around the hearth. Fair hunting?