Dante didn’t think he’d ever settle completely into a life along the coast. He never really went very far from the cove, and spent his days looking for food on the coast. Clams were easy enough to dig up, a quick source of food that never seemed to exhaust itself. It was a boring way to find sustenance, digging in the sand until he unearthed one of the shells, cracking it open and eating the slimy, disgusting thing that curled up inside. What a shitty way to live, hunkered down in a shell and buried in the sand, small and hoping no one ever knew you were there, doing who the hell knew what all day. Did the things even think?
He hoped not. The thought of that particular existence, in the frame of a thinking, introspective mind, was truly horrific for him to consider. Even though he considered himself more or less solitary, he could reach out when he so chose, and despite keeping mostly to himself, Dante did find ways to contribute to those around him- so he liked to think, anyway. He walked the beach near the cove most days, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger, but nothing ever seemed to happen around here. It was quiet, especially now that the pups had gotten a little older.
He didn’t mind quiet.
Dante had ranged a bit far today. He was carrying the withered haunch of a dead deer in his mouth, some part of a kill he’d scavenged out in the plains to the east. He hadn’t had deer- or anything other than fish or smell critters- in a while. Even the scraps he’d found on a deer that had been dead for days and picked over by everything from coyotes to crows was better than anything he’d had in some time.
There wasn’t a lot of meat left on the leg he carried, but the bones and tendons were good to chew on, at least.
He intended to use it in a little game, anyway. Dante moved toward the mouth of the caves, sniffing the air and trying to see who was about. He’d mentioned to Splash that he would help her learn to defend herself, and he wanted to follow up on that now that she was older and more, well, coordinated.
“Splash?” he called, nearing the caves. Was she around?
Apr 10, 2018 09:42 PM
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