Ren had been awake since nearly dawn. Poking around the cove, in and out of the Tribe’s claimed lands. Exploring, familiarizing himself with the waters and sand, hunting whatever he could manage to feed himself. He could fish, but it could be tedious at times. And then, it happened. He had successfully captured an a water weasel, long and brown, and quite heavy too. It was an otter. But he didn’t know it was called that - all he knew was it was big and edible.
Dragging the limp creature along the rocky slates and sand beds, his tail stuck out and wagged with pleasure at his own trophy. A prize not only for himself, but Yuna and the girls as well.
It hadn’t been a few short days since speaking with Yuna - and still he hadn’t spent any special one on one time with the young pups of Yuna.
A few gruff bark left between his teeth and mouth full of otter. His meal dropping to his feet as his called out to them, ”Yuna? Girls?” he assumed Yuna May show up, and hopefully her also calling for the kids would encourage them to join as well.
Jan 12, 2018 08:42 AM
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