Tributary — Afternoon, Day 7

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Blatsa furrowed his brow, frustrated.  He then tried again to eliminate the Bolgil.

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[SWAT One]

Blatsa furrowed his brow, frustrated.  He then tried again to eliminate the Bolgil.

Blatsa jumps upon the back of the mother bolgil, reaching his knife around the neck of the bolgil, slitting its throat quickly.  The bolgil bleeds out, scaring off the remaining piglets, and killing the mother.

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Blatsa, satisfied with his kill, stands up and tucks his blade into his waistband.  He then attempts to pull the arrow from the Bolgil intact.

[SWAT One]

Blatsa, satisfied with his kill, stands up and tucks his blade into his waistband.  He then attempts to pull the arrow from the Bolgil intact.

Blata pulls out the arrow from the eye socket with almost no trouble.  The one that is imbedded in the sow's side is wedged deeply, but Blatsa pulls it out.  It seems like the tip was chipped upon entry.

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Blatsa took his bow and wrapped it around his torso, tucking his arrows under the bowstring.  He then grabbed the two Bolgil by their hind legs and dragged them back to the cave, tracking the vague trail he had left behind.

[SWAT One]

Blatsa took his bow and wrapped it around his torso, tucking his arrows under the bowstring.  He then grabbed the two Bolgil by their hind legs and dragged them back to the cave, tracking the vague trail he had left behind.

¾-ton male

uuuhhhhhh

[blazerblock2]

BLATSA WILL DIE BEFORE HIS TRIBE GOES HUNGRY

[Juncoph]

you could gut the bolgil to get rid of everything that's basically dead weight, then build a sled and pull the male home on it

the sow's forgeted though just get help later or somethin bruv

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Blatsa skins the female and removes the bladder and guts, wrapping them up in the skin.  He then slings the skin wrap over his shoulder and attempts to drag the larger Bolgil home.

Blatsa stops suddenly.  He turns around to return to the skinned Bolgil.  He then removed the tusks, smiling.  More trophies.  He then goes back to dragging he Bolgil home.

[SWAT One]

Blatsa skins the female and removes the bladder and guts, wrapping them up in the skin.  He then slings the skin wrap over his shoulder and attempts to drag the larger Bolgil home.

Blatsa stops suddenly.  He turns around to return to the skinned Bolgil.  He then removed the tusks, smiling.  More trophies.  He then goes back to dragging he Bolgil home.

Blatsa drags the boar's fat ass and his girl's innards down to Dalenlöfte.

At the last tug, he accidentally pulls his shoulder out of joint.

[Juncoph]

should've made a sled mang

[blazerblock2]

Would have taken too much time, waited too long to go hunting as it is.

Blatsa, now in immense pain, leaves the small planet-sized bolgil where it lies and drops to his knees, groaning and grumbling while clutching his shoulder.

[grunterdb1951]

Vrede wakes up from being a loving fat ass and swanks off out to collect some large branches and sizable stones, while also keeping an eye out for any fruits he can collect for fingerin' lickin' eatin'.

[Juncoph]

Öln uses a leaf to shovel out the dagu's feces from the cave, and sees Blatsa with a rather large beast in tow... except Blatsa's on his knees clutching his shoulder pretty alarmingly.
Öln makes sure the dagu is securely in the fenced off enclosure, and jogs over to Blatsa.

"What happened? Let me see your arm..."
Instead of waiting for Blatsa to learn his language, he simply pushes Blatsa's hand out of the way, exposing the tell-tale bulge of a dislocated shoulder.

"This doesn't look right. It should look more like this," Öln continues, as he slowly swings it up.

[blazerblock2]

Blatsa is alarmed by the loud pop produced by his arm being relocated, but he is relieved nonetheless.